When I was growing up the name of my town was often
mis-heard by strangers. Did you say hateville, they would ask? No, it’s
Hapeville, named after the Hape family. It was, and still is, a friendly small
town tucked up against the Atlanta city limits
It was a mostly middle-class community, with our parents
working at the air lines, which were just becoming a big industry, at the local
Ford assembly plant, and at small businesses or larger businesses in the city
(Atlanta).
We had three elementary schools and one high school. Middle
schools had not been invented yet. We went to our elementary school from grades
one through seven and then transitioned into the high school.
Our town wasn’t a perfect place to live; but it was a great
place to call home. Church was a big part of our lives; we had a tiny branch of
the Atlanta library; a town swimming pool; parks, and a recreation center. We
received a solid education; we learned manners and morals and citizenship. We
played outside without fear; and ate dinner as a family. In the Hapeville of my
youth we enjoyed a sense of community; of belonging; of knowing personally our
classmates and our neighbors.
Kathy B. Garrett, Jeff Foxworthy, Cathy S. Lipsett and Allan Lipsett |
For an upcoming class reunion, our other local celebrity
plays a role. We will dine on Chick-fil-A. The Dwarf House is one of those
places of which every Hapeville person has special memories. If you have to
ask, “what is the Dwarf House” you didn’t grow up in Hapeville. It was at this
small eatery that Truett Cathy created his now famous Chick-fil-A recipe. Back
then, the Dwarf House was just a wonderful family-owned gathering place with
good food and friendly people. It’s the place we have to return to whenever we
are anywhere near the Southside of town.
Hapeville, in many ways, is no longer the same community of
my youth. The high school has become an elementary school; and the high school
is now a consolidated one in a neighboring town; Eastern Air Lines, where my
father worked, is no longer in existence; and the airport has moved to Clayton
County. The Ford Plant has closed and there are rumors that the land will
become a planned development.
Few of my classmates still live in the town anymore; many
have moved to Fayette County or Henry or, like me, to Cobb. We are spread out
throughout the country; but wherever we go, what ever become as adults, we are
all the better from growing up in a small town called Hapeville.