I wish I had a nickle every time I walked up and down that ole road.
Just for the record, Boy was a Gordon Setter. He bacame deaf in his old age and on my 16th birthday, I started the car and backed over him. He never heard it. He was a good 'un.
I remember when I first began to drive solo that sometimes Daddy would position himself on the first hill leading into the upper gravel pit, sos he could check me drivin' out a little.
He never tried to hide himself. He'd just stand if full view, back a hundred yards off the old road. The sight of him slowed me w a a a y down.
There were times when I would 'power slide Daddy's ole truck around the corners of that old gravel drive. If he'd ever caught me doin' that, I probably would not have gotten my driving privileges back until after I joined the Navy. <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol"> <img src="/metal/html/lol.gif" border=0 width=15 height=15 alt=":lol">
Oh, one more thing. I remember coming up the road one afternoon after school and just before I walked into the final turn, the one where the house came into view, I got a whiff of Spagatti and Meat Balls. It must have been 200 yards. My mouth watered. The boloney sandwich and ever-present Hostess Cup Cakes were long gone by 4:00pm~
I told Momma about that and she didn't believe me! Can you imagine that??? I reckon the wind had carried her wonderful cooking arromas j u s t
right to where I could smell 'em up.
Such were the days of yore!
Thanks for the memories, once again.