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Monday, September 22, 2008

Thoughts and Perspectives on Country Life...

While out walking in my neighborhood and the hills behind it a couple of long past emails came to mind. The first was brought to memory due to this photo I took of my driveway:

I painted an arrow pointing to my drive way, but it barely shows with the photo resized to fit here. Anyway, mines to the left just a ways up. Here's the email it made me think of:

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.
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.
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...always you got a new the end of a Dirt Road!

~by Paul Harvey~

The second was brought to mind while taking this photo of one of my favorite dogs:

One day a father and his rich family took his son to a trip to the country with the firm purpose to show him how poor people can be.
They spent a day and a night in the farm of a very poor family. When they got back from their trip the father asked his son, "How was the trip?"

"Very good Dad!"
"Did you see how poor people can be?" the father asked.
"And what did you learn?"

The son answered, "I saw that we have a dog at home, and they have four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of the garden, they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lamps in the garden, they have the stars. Our patio reaches to the front yard, they have a whole horizon." When the little boy was finishing, his father was speechless.

His son added, "Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are!"

It really is all a matter of perspective isn't it?? I know we don't have alot by many people standards, but I wouldn't trade my little house with lots of land and nature right out my back door, for all the tea in China!


William Cooney said...

Outstanding! This post just ended my day in perfect fashion. A chuckle, a sigh, a raised eye brow. Such poignant observations.

I will never look at dirt roads the same way again. Thanks for this treat!

Red said...

It's true, we think very differently, due to the fact that we are sitting on the poverty line. If not for my in-laws, this house would have been gone long ago.

And dirt roads, ahhhhh, forget the concrete city, give me birds chirping, and deer grazing on the front lawn.

My parents live in Northern Florida, where the red clay is, and it was so nice to visit and drive on that, but when it rained, many drivers, going slow or not slid off the road, for it was slicker that cap poop on a hit tin roof. So they were grateful for having the paved road, but I get what you are talking about.

I love have a bit of privacy.

appleleaf said...

I've always found that anything at the end of long dirt road is worth travelling for!
Your last post about your grandson brought tears to my eyes. I'm sure he feels warmly loved, whatever he calls you. You described your dilemma perfectly and make us all remember what an awesome task raising a little child is.
Thanks for all your lessons on perspective,