Dirt Roads

Dirt roadWhat’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 friend…at the end of a Dirt Road!         — Paul Harvey

Thanks Mickie

13 thoughts on “Dirt Roads”

  1. I grew up on a dirt road. They forgot to mention the thin later of dust that covered everything and that learning to ride a bike was a bit tricky.
    We never had a cow and nobody bought us zucchini but I did love my dirt road!

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  2. One day… I am going to find an unlocked car at the supermarket and stuff it full of Zucchinis. Either that or packing peanuts. 😀

    OOH! Or golf balls! So that when you open your door they all come rolling out and smash your toes and make you trip and fall and break your back and roll away on the massive wave of golf balls.

    AHHHH The joys of evil pranks.

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  3. My grandparents lived on a dirt road near Atlanta and I remember my Grandmother fussing about the dust when she hung out the laundry. So not everything was great about dirt roads!

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  4. I can’t wait until Paul Harvey has a heart attack and can’t get to the hospital because his ambulance has difficulty driving to his house because he LIVES ON A FUCKING DIRT ROAD

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  5. To Mark: Your comments are exactly what Paul Harvey was talking about. Thank you for making his point perfectly clear to everyone. You are the prime example of the inconsiderate and intollerant sort of person that makes me look back on my life on a dirt road with fond memories like those of Mike F., KLAW, ALN, & Bella discussed. I would not trade a minute of my life living on a “dirt road” for an hour living where you must be at.

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