Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Dirt Roads

Written by Paul Harvey
Some photos borrowed from the Internet

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 who live at the ends of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride, and that it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes.

But it's worth it, if at the end is home ... and 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 five 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 and 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. 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.

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.

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, but always, you got a new friend ... at the end of a Dirt Road!

I miss Paul Harvey, don't you?


C. M. Designs said...

Good morning Janie, I LOVE what you have posted this morning.. Some of my very best memories are ones that included a "dirt road".. It led to where my Grandmother and Aunt lived. Their home was on a river. On the edge of the river is where I found the first soft shelled crab that I would get to enjoy. I was about eleven.
My Aunt cooked that crab for me and I thought it was the best thing I had ever eaten.
Thank's for the memories !
Sincerely, Charlotte in Va.

Terri ~the dressed up cottage said...

I forgot how much I missed him. Thanks for the reminder, Janie.
Yes, life would be a little slower and therefore a little nicer if there were more dirt roads.