Aunt Bill Rambles about the dirt road

The Dirt Road

Lordy me, I’ve been traveling this here dirt road fer 85 year and I guess I jest didn’t pay attention to the layout.  I never did know hit had a sharp curve ’til jist right lately.  I’ve walked hit many times and at all times of the day and night.  When I wuz a senior in high school, D Gunter took a crowd of us, on the back of his cattle truck, to Birminham to the State Fair.  A friend was to spend the night with me and when we got back on the mountain about 2:00 a.m. — that truck stopped over on the main road and the two us had to walk on to the house — had to go through a scope of woods at that.  Scary?  I mean hit wuz.  I’ve traveled by horse and wagon, ground slide and on high cotton wagons, but I never see’d the curve. Course I see’d hit, but jist didn’t realize hit wuz that sharp.

In the late forties and early fifties me and my girl used to walk this road lots — we lived not very fer away and we could walk to visit my folks.  Back then the woods met some farm land jist about where the curve is, but I never noticed hit being there.  Then that farm land wuz allowed to grow up in trees and the curve shore didn’t show up.

Now this dirt road ain’t the best in the world, but hit’s passable — nar in some places, but yore car could still meet somebody else and git by.  Well, here a while back a eighteen wheeler got on this road by mistake and he couldn’t make that sharp curve.  It has to be a quarter of a mile (maybe more) from the paved road he left.  Would you believe that man had to back his rig all the way back to the pavement?  I’ll bet he won’t take the wrong road along here again.

This is jist one of the many happenings in country living.