DIRT ROADS
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, 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, happy family 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 mailbox.
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 road 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 friend… at the end of a Dirt Road
—Written by Lee Pitts broadcast by Paul Harvey
good stuff…
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You have to love Paul Harvey!
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I would love to live at the end of a dirt road in kinder, simpler times. In the name of progress, we have become so ignorant of what is good.
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When you think about it…………hmmmmmm
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this was great, yep the good old days.. thanks
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Amen and halleluiah.
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How cute! Thanks for sharing.
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I lived on dirt road. In fact I do again
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Isn’t there something missing? I mean…where’s the rest of the story??
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Ahhh, to have those days back again…well, they say nothing in life is free…I disagree, I still have my dreams…
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Nice entry! Makes me yearn for days gone by! RYN: Thanks bunches for the note…and I think you may just be right! *winks*
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RYN: We’ll see about that…LOL
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IT’S ALIVE….IT’S AAAALIIIIVEEEEEE LMAO BUT IT’S NOT WORKING W/ EVERYONE. =/
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Oh, I loved this!
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This was sweet! Thank you….. M
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I am just getting caught up on your journal..What an exciting time in your life and I am loving the pictures…
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of course my cabin is on a dirt road…I’ll bet yours is too….
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ryn: Hey, chickadee! MySpace is completely free, and they’ll host up to 12 pictures for you. You can change them as often as you want and add all the html code that you want. I love it because I’ve reconnected with so many people that I haven’t talked to in probably five years! You should def. check it out…
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I love this entry on dirt roads!
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