I've posted this before, in 2008, in another forum but my words are so close to my heart that ....I will repeat them again..here.
Our Dirt Road......
My brother, sis, and I shared a "girl's" bike and bit the dust on our dirt road.
My sister did the milking and my chore, sometimes, was to drive the cows 1/2 mile down our dirt road to pasture and then walk back in the opposite direction down our dirt road to our one-room school house which was 1 1/2 miles from our farm yard....so that made that a 2 1/2 mile walk in all....down our beloved dirt road.
(There were times, when I went to high-school "in town" that I had to walk 5 miles down our dirt roads to home from school, because my Dad was busy with farm work).
Dirt roads......
I vividly remember our bully neighbor kids who met us at our 1/2 mile corner on the way to school..... bullying us into walking in the ditch of our dirt road, much of the rest of the way to school. (To this day...I have no great love for them!)
A mile from our house....down our dirt road, a lovely elderly neighbor-lady...would meet us at her gate on our way home from school with treats of baking or fresh cucumbers or peas from her garden and we happily munched as we walked the remaining mile home.
Dirt roads......
......and the mud and ruts of spring!!....or after a downpour!!
In the spring, Dad walked the muddy roads with spade in hand, digging trenches across the road along the way to allow the water to run off more quickly. There was no such thing then...as culverts to help with drainage. Horse and wagon transportation was difficult in the springtime on those muddy dirt roads but the greatest disappointments were (and many times ...we were STUCK at home because of our muddy roads) when there was a festive or special occasion to attend when Dad decided to chance our '48 Dodge ...only to find ourselves up to the axles in mud in a rut and Dad....sweatin' and cussin' and shouting out commands to my inexperienced driver-Mom to "Rock-it" - "Give-it-gas" -"Whoa"- "What-the-heller-ya-doin'" - and there was Dad......all decked out in his Sunday-best at the rear of the '48er -pushing with all his might and spattered with mud and shoes suctioned to the mud in the rut.
Dirt roads.....
Winter time wasn't much better on our dirt roads. Drifts of snow, sometimes like Alpine mountains...made motorized transportation impossible and so we reverted to horses/sleighs/cutters and vans (sometimes called cabooses). The drifted snow created a topsy-turvy sloping trail that required balance expertise. Many a time, our van was on the brink of tipping, and sometime...it did. Dad would say..."...everyone...lean to the left...or ......lean to the right!!" but sometime the slope was too steep and over we would go....plop....onto our side. Our "van" was a homemade little "house", painted light green, on runners...about 5' x 5' with 2 bench seats...a window at the front and a tiny window at each side and rear. Ours had only one door and that was at the right side of the van. The front bench was a short one to seat only the driver and at my Dad's right knee was a tiny homemade wood-stove to keep us warm with a few sticks of firewood at it's side and....of course...a stove-pipe chimney poking out of the top. (Would this pass today's safety standards??)
Sometimes, after enjoying a visit on one of our outings...just a little too much visitin'...or maybe even a few too many shots of "homebrew"....our faithful horses would navigate our way home under the watchful eye of my Mom and the instinctive alertness of the shift of the runners...by my Dad.
Dirt roads.....
Dirt roads leave a trail of memories through my heart. Alongside those narrow dirt roads, were beautiful goldenrods and brilliant orange tiger-lilies and sunny black-eyed-susans and purple fireweed and Russian thistle and wild mustard and foxtail swaying in the wind and there was grass growing down the middle of our .....dirt road.
There were little ponds with ducks and geese and croaking frogs and overhanging willows. Along those dirt roads, were rusty barbed-wire fences and hand-hewn posts with cows grazing lazily in a pasture on the other side. Not herds of cows....just a few happy cows, and our horses nuzzled and and rolled in expectations of wind....and flung their tails at the flies and enjoyed a little break from the farm work and the winter roads.
Dirt roads......
No garbage was strewn about my dirt roads and cars didn't have the speed to speed. If a horse-drawn or motorized vehicle was approached by an uncoming vehicle, there was always a wave or a stop to say "hello".
'Road rage' was an unimaginable phrase on my dirt road.
Neighbors and family and friends...traveled my dirt road.
Dirt roads....
Would I ever have thought......away back then......that they would mean so much to me ...now
~ Willows~
June, 2008
Our Dirt Road......
My brother, sis, and I shared a "girl's" bike and bit the dust on our dirt road.
My sister did the milking and my chore, sometimes, was to drive the cows 1/2 mile down our dirt road to pasture and then walk back in the opposite direction down our dirt road to our one-room school house which was 1 1/2 miles from our farm yard....so that made that a 2 1/2 mile walk in all....down our beloved dirt road.
(There were times, when I went to high-school "in town" that I had to walk 5 miles down our dirt roads to home from school, because my Dad was busy with farm work).
Dirt roads......
I vividly remember our bully neighbor kids who met us at our 1/2 mile corner on the way to school..... bullying us into walking in the ditch of our dirt road, much of the rest of the way to school. (To this day...I have no great love for them!)
A mile from our house....down our dirt road, a lovely elderly neighbor-lady...would meet us at her gate on our way home from school with treats of baking or fresh cucumbers or peas from her garden and we happily munched as we walked the remaining mile home.
Dirt roads......
......and the mud and ruts of spring!!....or after a downpour!!
In the spring, Dad walked the muddy roads with spade in hand, digging trenches across the road along the way to allow the water to run off more quickly. There was no such thing then...as culverts to help with drainage. Horse and wagon transportation was difficult in the springtime on those muddy dirt roads but the greatest disappointments were (and many times ...we were STUCK at home because of our muddy roads) when there was a festive or special occasion to attend when Dad decided to chance our '48 Dodge ...only to find ourselves up to the axles in mud in a rut and Dad....sweatin' and cussin' and shouting out commands to my inexperienced driver-Mom to "Rock-it" - "Give-it-gas" -"Whoa"- "What-the-heller-ya-doin'" - and there was Dad......all decked out in his Sunday-best at the rear of the '48er -pushing with all his might and spattered with mud and shoes suctioned to the mud in the rut.
Dirt roads.....
Winter time wasn't much better on our dirt roads. Drifts of snow, sometimes like Alpine mountains...made motorized transportation impossible and so we reverted to horses/sleighs/cutters and vans (sometimes called cabooses). The drifted snow created a topsy-turvy sloping trail that required balance expertise. Many a time, our van was on the brink of tipping, and sometime...it did. Dad would say..."...everyone...lean to the left...or ......lean to the right!!" but sometime the slope was too steep and over we would go....plop....onto our side. Our "van" was a homemade little "house", painted light green, on runners...about 5' x 5' with 2 bench seats...a window at the front and a tiny window at each side and rear. Ours had only one door and that was at the right side of the van. The front bench was a short one to seat only the driver and at my Dad's right knee was a tiny homemade wood-stove to keep us warm with a few sticks of firewood at it's side and....of course...a stove-pipe chimney poking out of the top. (Would this pass today's safety standards??)
Sometimes, after enjoying a visit on one of our outings...just a little too much visitin'...or maybe even a few too many shots of "homebrew"....our faithful horses would navigate our way home under the watchful eye of my Mom and the instinctive alertness of the shift of the runners...by my Dad.
Dirt roads.....
Dirt roads leave a trail of memories through my heart. Alongside those narrow dirt roads, were beautiful goldenrods and brilliant orange tiger-lilies and sunny black-eyed-susans and purple fireweed and Russian thistle and wild mustard and foxtail swaying in the wind and there was grass growing down the middle of our .....dirt road.
There were little ponds with ducks and geese and croaking frogs and overhanging willows. Along those dirt roads, were rusty barbed-wire fences and hand-hewn posts with cows grazing lazily in a pasture on the other side. Not herds of cows....just a few happy cows, and our horses nuzzled and and rolled in expectations of wind....and flung their tails at the flies and enjoyed a little break from the farm work and the winter roads.
Dirt roads......
No garbage was strewn about my dirt roads and cars didn't have the speed to speed. If a horse-drawn or motorized vehicle was approached by an uncoming vehicle, there was always a wave or a stop to say "hello".
'Road rage' was an unimaginable phrase on my dirt road.
Neighbors and family and friends...traveled my dirt road.
Dirt roads....
Would I ever have thought......away back then......that they would mean so much to me ...now
~ Willows~
June, 2008
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