I came home this afternoon to a very disturbing site. Blacktop…. I am now fifty” something” years old and it is the first day I have spent my life living on a Blacktop road. Granted, when I was little, I DREAMED of this day. I thought surely the people that had this fine version of road lived so much better and happier than I. I would never have thought that coming home to have this version of road meet my driveway would make me so, well, SAD.
I have such fond memories of the gravel road… I followed Granny Morris in her big blue Cadillac down them to visit when Jay and we were first dating. It used to crack me up how she sped down it with gravel flying…I can still see her tail lights in my mind, thinking WOW, she is booking it down through there…Jay and I used to ride horses by the light of the full moon on gravel roads- just yesterday in my mind. I will never forget the night we were doubling on our first horse ” Misty” and we saw a skunk. We laughed and hung on for dear life as Misty galloped us back home! I remember bringing the boys home from Russia by the time we had graduated to the shot and sprayed version, back when ” city water” came to our little road. Now finally, here we are. A very, very long way from the 4 houses on our road when we married. Now, we are on a cityfied road with 20+ houses and Blacktop… I can hear Annie Speight in my mind saying, “Yep, they were flying like a bat out of Hell around that corner”, and I can see Mrs. Annie’s drawn on eyebrows arch in disgust. I think it would tickle her that all I can worry about now is how fast the neighbors might drive on this new road. Will my boys be safe now if they decide to walk down the road to go fishing? Will my cats and dogs in danger? What if? What if? I know that I will settle in to the changes but now all I can remember are the wonderful memories of the past and the girl that used to live on this dusty gravel road. I miss them both.