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.
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.
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.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.
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.
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
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
13 comments:
Glad to see you posting again!
That's a beautiful picture! Nice story too!
Donald..thanks!
Thanks,too, for checking back.
What a timely and accurate depiction of not so long ago. Do you remember walking up those dusty roads as a child? You know, we walked everywhere when we were kids. No wonder we were skinny and healthy! Now there's a thought; instead of laying more pavement, let's tear some out!
'Course here in white liquor country, you got to be careful which dirt road you go down because if there's a still at the end of it, you could get shot!
I'm so exceedingly fond of dirt roads, I've no doubt they contributed to the early demise of my Saturn. I seek them out and go exploring.
Hmmm...Even the cars made for today can't handle those roads. That says something too.
Luckily, the replacement *car* can. A much better choice, for a lover of dirt roads.
Hey hey, you're back. I loved this post, thought you had written it 'til I came to the end! It sounds like you. And I agree that things were better when our values were better.
Things are going down the toilet. All the simple, gentle things seem to have disappeared. Kids used to like Roy Rogers. Now they all want to be Ironman!
Have a great day!
'Course here in white liquor country, you got to be careful which dirt road you go down because if there's a still at the end of it, you could get shot!
rocknnc..gosh, you mean they still have those around?
I thought the 'revenoors' took care of those a long time ago! LOL
k..I had a feeling you would be fond of those dirt roads, too! :)
Pepek..you are so right!
I wonder if things will ever be really good, again?
I hope so!
Thanks for dropping by!
PS..I wish I had written it! :)
Yep,Jan moomshine makin' is alive and well in the NC hills. LOL When I worked in the nursing home I got a male patient in his 90s. Old farmer and nice gentleman. Then I was told he was on probation after having been arrested with his 86 yo friend and somebody's girlfriend who was 78. The charge was manufacture with intent to distribute untaxed alcohol. They had an old school bus loaded to the ceiling with cases of moonshine! I don't imagine production is anything near what it was in prohibition, but it does continue.
Really liked that analogy. The other day I was blaming Henry Ford and his affordable automobile for the worlds troubles. I see Pavement may be the root cause;)
rockync..I'm really surprised about the moonshiners still in operaton..but I guess I shouldn't be!
Jason..you just never know,do you? :)
Janson..btw, thanks for dropping by my blog!
Come back, anytime!
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