While I was out shooting more photos for my ongoing Florida Backroads projects, I came upon this dirt road slightly off the beaten path. As I set my cameras to take various angles, lighting variations and more, this story suddenly popped into my head I’d read – actually heard YEARS ago from the late great Paul Harvey. I loved Mr. Harvey’s daily news show and was so saddened when he passed on. Just in case there might be some ‘youngins’ out there who’ve never heard of Paul Harvey, first off, my sympathies. But Paul Harvey was best known for his off the cuff and almost odd news stories of the day. At the end of each broadcast, he would tell some story about someone or something that you wouldn’t know what he was actually talking about until the very end of the story. Then he would finish with his signature phrase, “…And now you know THE REST OF THE STORY…”
Below is a copy and paste of one of my favorite stories I ever heard from Paul Harvey. It’s called (as if you haven’t figured out already), “Dirt Roads.” Please read through it and it might just change your way of thinking or perhaps make you remember the way things were in days gone by.
What’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 and
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 road 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.
And now you know …. ‘The Rest Of The Story‘.
“Good Day” ;). Thanks for stoppin’ by neighbor!