REMEMBER :
~ SNOW ~
WAS
CREATED BY GOD
IN HEAVEN ABOVE
AND BROUGHT DOWN TO EARTH
AS A BLESSING 
~ THE PA - PA ~ ~ THE MA - MA ~
SNOW-MAN SNOW-WOMAN
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Down here in this neck of the woods and living so far out and so close to a creek, everybody likes to go fishing and the duck and dear hunting is great also, another pas-time is that they like going up and down those Old Country Dirt Roads they had years ago, visiting folk's, every one knew every one else, it was like one great big family. There were'nt many telephones or radios. There were no televisions until about 1960 and even then few people had one of then. In those days there was not very many cars or trucks for transportation, most people used a horse for transportation. There was not many bikes to ride either. People had a little truck garden where they grew vegetables for the long winter, they also grew seeds, of these vegetables for the next year. Most folks had a old windmill and a pump house where they had to get the water and carry it up to the house, cause there was not any electricity in a lot of the houses. People had to heat a tub of water on a open fire, so they could wash their clothes in that tub of water with a scrubbing board, there were no washers back then. And also no in-door plumbing, so the family meeting place was down at the ole out-house. How-ever for the men folk's, except when the women folk's were there shopping, the old country general store was a " must " for them. Another place where most of the country family folks would like to meet was at the site where the old vacant P. S. # 1 country school house still stands.
~ GOOD OLD COUNTRY DIRT ROADS ~
Yup, Yup, heres how it was back then .....
What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many
Good Old Country 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 Old Country Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads
give character.
People that live at the end of Old Country
Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a big hard and bumpy ride.
That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but
it's worth it, if at the end is home...and 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 Old Country Dirt Roads
with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.
There was less crime on our Old Country Dirt Roads before they
were paved.
Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they
knew they'd be welcomed by 5 big barking dogs and a double
barrel shotgun.
And there were no drive by shootings.
Our values were better when our Old Country Dirt 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.
Old Country Dirt Roads taught patience.
Old Country Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't
hop in your car and go for a quart of milk, you
walked to the barn for your milk.
To get your mail, you walked to the mail box.
What if it rained and the Old Country Dirt Roads got washed out ?
That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some
quality family time, roasted marshmallows and popped popcorn
and pony rode on Daddy's shoulders and learned how to make
prettier quilts than anybody.
And at the end of Old Country Dirt Roads,you soon learned that
bad words tasted like old lye soap.
Most paved roads lead to trouble, Old Country Dirt Roads more
likely lead to a fishing creek or a old swimming hole.
At the end of a Old Country Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't, some
good old neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.
At the end of a Old Country Dirt Road there was always
extra
springtime income, from when the city slickers would get stuck,
you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out.
Usually you got a dollar..... and always you got a new
friend.....at the end of a Old Country Dirt Road.
~ Author Unknown ~
I THINK I'LL RAISE A STINK OVER
~ THAT GOL DANG CITY SLICKER ! ~
A city slicker was driving down a old country road in the middle of farm country when his car stalled inexplicably { " that's city talk for: don't know what happened ? " } He got out and raised the hood to see if he could find out what had happened. A old
goofy looking brownish horse slowly lumbered from the field he had been grazing in over to the car and stuck his head under the hood beside the man. After a moment the horse looked at the man and said, " Looks like a bad carburetor to me. " Then he walked back into the field and began grazing again.
Amazed, the man walked back to the farmhouse he had just passed, where he met a farmer. " Hey, mister, is that your horse out there in that field ? " he asked. The farmer replied, " The old goofy looking brownish one ? Yep, that's old Zeke. " The man then said, " Well my car's broken down, and he just said, " Looks like a bad carburetor to me." The farmer shook his head and said, " Don't mind old Zeke, fellow. Why, he don't know a thing about cars ! "
WELL, I RECKON THAT THIS IS JUST HOW IT IS !
Now, let's see if I understand how America works lately.....
If a woman burns her thighs on the hot coffee,
she was holding in her lap while driving, she
blames the restaurant.
If your teen-age son kills himself, you blame
the rock 'n' roll music or musician he liked.
If you smoke three packs a day for 40 years
and die of lung cancer, your family blames the
tobacco company.
If your daughter gets pregnant by the football
captain you blame the school for poor sex education.
If your neighbor crashes into a tree while
driving home drunk, you blame the bartender.
If your cousin gets AIDS because the needle
he used to shoot up with heroin was dirty, you
blame the government for not providing clean ones.
If your grandchildren are brats without manners,
you blame television.
If your friend is shot by a de-ranged madman,
you blame the gun manufacturer.
And if a crazed person breaks into the cockpit
and tries to kill the pilots at 35,000 feet, and
the passengers kill him instead, the mother of the
deceased blames the airline.
I must have lived too long to understand the
world as it is anymore. So if I die while my
old, wrinkled face is parked in front of this
computer, I want you to blame Bill Gates, OK ?
~ ~ ~ Author Unknown ~ ~ ~
~ THE OLD COUNTY GENERAL STORE ~
AND THE TALL STORIES IT HOLDS
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Down at the end of the old country dirt road, was a country general store.
It was a Post Office, Feed Store, Grocery Store, News Paper Office, Church and a gathering place for the local gossipers.
On one side of the store was barrels of products and merchandise, just inside the entrance and right across from the ole pot belly stove there was lined against the wall old pine wood benchs.
Where hopes and dreams for the future were made.
Here everything that a soul could possibly think of was discussed both pro and con, oft told was the " Big Old Country " stories that involked a group of the " Good Ole boys " who would be bragging about the size of their Dadd's homesteads.
One fella said his Paw's place was so big that it took all day to ride across it.
Not to be out done, another fella said: " Why, it took three days for his Paw to journey from the main house to the barn. "
Finally one of the good ole boys not wanting to be out done, rose up and narrated, " Why, shucks, my Paw sent the hired man and one of my sisters out to the far end of the pasture after a calf and before they got back up to the house, they'd had four youngens !
And then there was the hunting stories and the fishing stories that were told around that pot belly stove at the old county general store.
Ole Zeke used to like to tell about the time he chased a raccoon across a creek bottom only to see it dash into a hole at the bottom of a very tall hollow old oak tree. Immeadiately another' coon popped out of the opening at the top of that old oak tree and started to scurry down the trunk. Seeing Ole Zeke, it, too, took refuge in the hole at the bottom of the tree.
Then another raccoon popped out at the top of the tree opening. Ole Zeke ran home and grabbed his chopin' axe and hurried back to the big old oak tree, which he immeadiately felled, sending it crashing to the ground which split it open from top to bottom and stunning a string of raccoons so jammed in the hollow of that old oak tree that when one had entered the bottom of the tree trunk another was forced out at the top.
Some folk's in those parts said that the tree was so tall that it took two men and a boy spelling each other in the looking to see the top of the tree. any way, Ole Zeke filled five gunny sacks with the stunned coons and skinned out enough hides to pay of the mortgage on his place.
As for the fishing stories, every sportsman who has ever came down into the old country and went out on the Bull shoals lake has heard about the fishermen who were looking for a frog for bait and saw a water snake with a frog in its mouth.
They caught the water snake and held it against the side of their boat with a oar and took the frog. Happy with their find and in high spirits, yet just a little sorry for the snake, they poured a little of their " White Light'n " into the snakes mouth.
About a hour later, when all of the bait was used up, one of the fellas said, " I wish we had another frog " and so they headed for the shore and parked the boat and as they climbed out on the bank to look for another frog.
It happened ! Suddenly one of the fellas felt a tug on his pants leg and there was that same water snake with another frog in its mouth !
~ THE INSIDE OF THE COUNTRY GENERAL STORE ~
~ Author Unknown ~~
OR DON'T WANT TO BE KNOWN !
I
MAY BE JUST A DOG TO YOU
BUT I LEARNED TO READ AND WRITE
AT THAT OLD P. S. # 1 COUNTRY SCHOOL HOUSE.
I often have wandered down that old country dirt road,
It brings one a certain peace to see the old P. S. # 1 vacant country school house,
Who has outlived its time. It brings memories of a time,
when children's laughter echoed its walls.
Where hopes and dreams for the future were made.
The old P. S # 1 country school house, once a proud landmark,
now stands idle and decayed,
A reminder of things that were.
And if it could talk today, it would say :
" Don't forget me as I have not forgotten you.
Though I am old and weatherbeaten,
May I always live on in your memories
And have a special place in your heart ! "
~ SOURCE UNKNOWN ~
PASTOR BILL a.k.a. THE GREEN DRAGON 1
[ My Alter Ego ]
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