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ReflectionsDorothy Taylor. .. . :■:lt;■, ; . »:• ‘A*.-.*S- *.x^y A: v '■ 'Oh yes, it was a necessary trip to town “Why do you say that.,.you have lived in town for years and years?”Well, you see, it’s from training during those growing up years and the Saturday visit to the city.If Mom could see me now she would look at me in my homely costume and without a doubt the thought would run through her head about proper dressing for a trip to the city.But, there was no time to change out of my yard jeans and I knew the store closed in ten minutes. So, I had to go whether I was dressed up or not.I know, I know...wasn’t that way on that oT farm. We were certainly expected to do our usual Saturday dressing just like we did everySaturday.We were heading for town and tickled to death at the thought of being where the action was taking place.We’d comb our hair, primp as much as possible, get our teeth brushed with the mixture of soda and salt and board that oY hoopy.We would seat ourselves on the edge of the seat all the way to town.Well, we were just kids you know!We had to sit on the edge of the seat in order to see our way to the city. Besides, it was the usual day for town going by most country folks. Merciful heavens, my parents could stop on the streets or in the stores and visit with lots of neighbors and friends who made the trip into town also. At times I’d declare that they knew everyone in the county. The routine of traveling was the delight of the day. Several miles the road was still in the gravel stage and perhaps we were fortunate when we recalled the dirt roads.Those dirt roads were really for the birds after a rain.If any driver couldn’t stay within the ruts he’d just weave back and forth and ruin it all for the rest of us.4lt;(Preacher mentioned one recent Sunday that a sign was waiting to be read along the Alaskan Highway.“Choose your ruts wisely because you’ll be in them for two hundredmiles.”■Perhaps they have a good road tothe far away place by now.) As for those old days and the nits it was easily detected when some smartie „ pants driver had his way on the gravel roads.It was almost an impossibility to stay in the ruts due to the meandering of the rut maker. It’s no wonder the road graders headed down our road so often. Anyway, back to our usual Saturday we had to travel several miles to the two lane highway that led us into town. Once there, traveling was easy because we didn’t leave the dusty trails speeding along the pavement. At that time it was # only two lanes with the usual “no passing” stripes at certain intervals.In these days, and traveling back to the old “once upon a time place,”4memories stay about the same. The highway is a four lane road now. The ol* farm house and barn, near the highway, are still in tact and a memory heads through the head as we pass by. It was in the long ago that the farmer there became so depressed that he hung himself and used a wagon and team to do so.And the next time I head for “town” I’ll go just as I am.Prov.2:22 “But the wicked shall be cut off from the earth, and the trans-gressers shall be rooted out of it.”
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Lockhart Post Register
Lockhart, Texas, US
Thu, Aug 07, 2003
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