This week, here is the continuation of Paul Harvey’s reflections on “Dirt Roads.”
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, took pony rides 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 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!
While the roads in front of our houses most likely are paved, I suppose having a dirt driveway might help keep the values going. Or we could choose to take the time and make some lifestyle choices once in a while to live “The Dirt Road” way.
