OT Dirt Roads Deonia-

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In a message dated 02/01/2002 12:00:57 AM Eastern Standard Time,

janetkgolden writes:

 

 

> At one point in time, I lived at the end of a dirt road and

> my nearest neighbor was 5 miles up the ridge. Life was

> good and dusty, and I know I am old, but I sure do miss

> a lot about those simpler times. Tho' I surely do appreciate

> the technology of today, the Internet and the nice folks

> at the end of this connection.

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Janet, It just jogged so many wonderful memories of when I lived on the farm

with my grandparents I couldn't resist sharing it with the list. I especially

remember the smell of fresh mown hay and the earth just after a rain.

Across the fields of yester-year, she sometimes comes to me.

A little child just back from play. The child I used to be. Deonia

 

 

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Deonia-

Thanks for sharing this.

At one point in time, I lived at the end of a dirt road and

my nearest neighbor was 5 miles up the ridge. Life was

good and dusty, and I know I am old, but I sure do miss

a lot about those simpler times. Tho' I surely do appreciate

the technology of today, the Internet and the nice folks

at the end of this connection.

Janet

 

 

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>What's mainly wrong with society

>today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.

>There's not a problem in America today, crime, drugs, education, divorce,

>delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads,

>because Dirt Roads give character.

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>People that live at the end of Dirt

>Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.

>That it can jar you right down to

>your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving

>spouse, happy kids and a dog.

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>We wouldn't have near the trouble

>with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt

>Road

>with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.

>There was less crime in our streets

>before they were paved.

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>Criminals didn't walk two dusty

>miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a

>double barrel shotgun.

>And there were no drive by

>shootings.

>Our values were better when our

>roads were worse!

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>People did not worship their cars

>more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate

>by

>riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your

>windshield with rocks.

>Dirt Roads taught

>patience.

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>Dirt Roads were environmentally

>friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the

>barn

>for your milk.

>For your mail, you walked to the

>mail box.

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>What if it rained and the Dirt Road

>got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some

>family

>time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn and pony rode on Daddy's

>shoulders

>and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody.

>At the end of Dirt Roads, you soon

>learned that bad words tasted like soap.

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>Most paved roads lead to trouble,

>Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming

>hole.

>At the end of a Dirt Road, the only

>time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor

>would fill it with too much zucchini.

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>At the end of a Dirt Road, there was

>always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd

>have

>to hitch up a team and pull them out.

>Usually you got a dollar...always

>you got a new friend...at the end of a Dirt Road!

>~by Paul

>Harvey~

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Or the smell of fresh turned earth at planting time, I remember being

5 or 6 and walking behind my great-grand father, dropping seed in the rows as

he plowed with an old mule. The sun beating down on that red clay dirt

and just being happy as a soul could be, to have an excuse to be

with that old Irishman and to have dirt squish up

between my toes.

Then washing up in the old crick and watching dragon-fly, and telling

the littler kids how they had been really dragons and the fairy god mother

had made them small just so they could see all their colors and watch them fly

up close. Ah you gave me nice warm fuzzy memories. Blessing on you.

Janet

 

 

>Janet, It just jogged so many wonderful memories of when I lived on the farm

>with my grandparents I couldn't resist sharing it with the list. I especially

>remember the smell of fresh mown hay and the earth just after a rain.

>Across the fields of yester-year, she sometimes comes to me.

>A little child just back from play. The child I used to be.

 

 

 

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I had always lived in NYC ... now I FINALLY get to see (and drive on)

some REAL dirt roads here in Colorado (more dirt roads than paved roads

here)! Heck, as a kid I played on asphalt and if there was a weed

growing out of it - we called that a grassy field Rain .. rain was a

good thing to come along to wash the pee off the streets ) ..... (that

song I Love New York does NOT come to my mind )

 

Have a GREAT weekend folks!!!!

 

*Smile*

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Janet Golden wrote:

 

> Or the smell of fresh turned earth at planting time, I remember being

> 5 or 6 and walking behind my great-grand father, dropping seed in the

> rows as

> he plowed with an old mule. The sun beating down on that red clay dirt

> and just being happy as a soul could be, to have an excuse to be

> with that old Irishman and to have dirt squish up

> between my toes.

> Then washing up in the old crick and watching dragon-fly, and telling

> the littler kids how they had been really dragons and the fairy god mother

> had made them small just so they could see all their colors and watch

> them fly

> up close. Ah you gave me nice warm fuzzy memories. Blessing on you.

> Janet

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> >Janet, It just jogged so many wonderful memories of when I lived on

> the farm

> >with my grandparents I couldn't resist sharing it with the list. I

> especially

> >remember the smell of fresh mown hay and the earth just after a rain.

> >Across the fields of yester-year, she sometimes comes to me.

> >A little child just back from play. The child I used to be.

>

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In a message dated 02/01/2002 3:28:00 AM Eastern Standard Time,

> Or the smell of fresh turned earth at planting time,......

>

> YES!

 

> 5 or 6 and walking behind my great-grand father,

> dropping seed in the rows as he plowed with an old mule.....

>

> Do you know what a " drag " is? It's a platform (skids remind me of them)

> that the farmer stands on while it's being pulled by a mule to break up the

> fresh turned " clods " of earth and level off the planting field. My Bigdaddy

> used to wear bib overhalls when he worked in his garden and I used to ride

> the " drag " with him standing between his legs, hanging on to his overhalls

> and praying the mule wouldn have to go " potty " ! LOL

 

 

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> Then washing up in the old crick...

 

Right behind our house there was a cave and a natural spring came out of it.

There was a great big flat white ( limestone, I think ) rock that you could

lay on and drink from the spring. It looked like it was only 4 or 5 inches

deep ( when in actuallity it was about 3-4 feet deep ) and you could see the

crawdads zipping along the bottom. The water was so cold it hurt your teeth

when you drank it. It fed the creek we used to go to on sundays to wash

Bigdaddy's car ( a model-something ). Bigdaddy would pick a wtermellon from

the garden and put it in front of the culvert where the road crossed the

creek. By the time we got through washing the car the watermelon would be ice

cold . he'd just crack it open on the creek bank and we would sit there and

eat watermelon and spit the seeds in the creek. That was after we ate a big

picnic lunch Bigmother made of fried chicken, biscuits, and potato salad.

GOD! what i'd give to be able to do that again!

 

> . Ah you gave me nice warm fuzzy memories.........

 

 

and you gave me some more also, blessings on you too. Love , Deonia

 

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In a message dated 02/01/2002 9:28:03 AM Eastern Standard Time,

chrisziggy1 writes:

 

 

> ... now I FINALLY get to see (and drive on)

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glad you're finally getting to feel what " dirt roads " have to offer. Get

Butch to take you to our home state and roam those baackroads in some of the

small towns there. It will tranquilize you better than anything you ever

tried. Love ya, Deonia

 

 

 

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In a message dated 02/01/2002 3:30:02 PM Eastern Standard Time,

janetkgolden writes:

 

 

> Deonia-

> Are you in KY? Where?

> My family home is Scottsville, in Allen Co.

> Bowling Green or Nashville was going to the " Big "

> City when I was a kid. Oh so many years, oh such

> short memories ago.

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What a small world. I live in Fl. now but, I was born in Paducah, lived with

my grandparents in Bowling Green & (then , Cave City and Horse Cave) Now I

think it's called the Twin Cities, used to visit relatives with them in

Scottsville and E-town, and when we went to the " Big City " , Nashville to

shop, riding the escalator and getting Tom's Tosted Peanuts from their shop

were the highllights of my trip. LOL Deonia

 

 

 

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Deonia-

Are you in KY? Where?

My family home is Scottsville, in Allen Co.

Bowling Green or Nashville was going to the " Big "

City when I was a kid. Oh so many years, oh such

short memories ago.

Janet

 

 

>glad you're finally getting to feel what " dirt roads " have to offer. Get

>Butch to take you to our home state and roam those baackroads in some of the

>small towns there. It will tranquilize you better than anything you ever

>tried. Love ya, Deonia

 

 

 

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Oh my, I remember two motels the Wigwam and another up on the hill

at Horse Cave. When city relatives came who could not bare an outdoor privy

or no heat in the house but the wood stove, they stayed there. One aunt

let me come spend the night at the " motel " and have sliced banana's and cream

for breakfast. I was so young & so impressed.

If you would email me privately I would love to know the family name of you kin

in Scottsville. (Rumor has it we are all related in Allen Co. Ha!) No

metaphysical

reference from these folks!

Janet

 

>What a small world. I live in Fl. now but, I was born in Paducah, lived with

>my grandparents in Bowling Green & (then , Cave City and Horse Cave) Now I

>think it's called the Twin Cities, used to visit relatives with them in

>Scottsville and E-town, and when we went to the " Big City " , Nashville to

>shop, riding the escalator and getting Tom's Tosted Peanuts from their shop

>were the highllights of my trip. LOL Deonia