Memories Of A Lonely Dirt Road


When I was a child, I could walk through the chicken yard to an old dilapidated gate. Once I opened the gate, it was a straight downward slope to the ground below. Then I would find myself on this lonely dirt road. 

For some reason, I don't really recall much of the road in one direction, to my left. I see it briefly and then it fades away. I more vividly remember the road that hitched to the right. 

Down a ways, it intersected with another road where fields of tall grass loomed as far as the eye could see. I could then take that road to my great-aunt Bertha's house. 
 
It was an idyllic setting really. Shaded and quiet. A lonely dirt road edged by weeds and rarely frequented.


Back then, I felt lucky to have that stretch of road to myself. To poke at the brush with sticks and gather rocks for my pockets.

At my great-aunt's house, what I most remember is her garden out back. It seemed to stretch to infinity with row upon row of tall cornstalks that blocked whatever lay beyond. 

We all had big gardens out in the country. Fresh vegetables and fruit fed us through summers, and then were canned to feed us through winter as well.

 
This particular memory only came back to me a few months ago out of the blue. I don't know what summoned it up. 

I found that if I laid awake at night and emptied my mind of the detritus of my day, bits and pieces of that time would slowly flow back to me.

A little girl with dark curly hair not easily tamed, meandering along a stretch of road surrounded by cow fields. Gathering rocks along the way. 

I can see that place easily now, a memory captured and held in place. Framed by low hanging trees on either side of vast fields, with a red dirt road running down the middle.


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  1. What a sweet memory. Sometimes I have 'flashbacks' of something from my childhood and it's just hard to believe that was really me, a long time ago.... time flies and we had to grow up! It's great to have those memories surprise us and take us back sometimes!

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    1. I've been getting more memories the last few years than I had before.

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  2. Your words made a picture for me. I saw that little girl clearly with her stick alone on the path. She was there clearly in my mind; thanks for sharing her.

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  3. WHAT A LOVELY RECOLLECTION !
    WOKE TO A TEMP OF 58, GENTLE BREEZE AND BIRDS ON THE WINDOW LEDGE. THE JUVENILE CARDINAL WAS BACK FOR MORE SUNFLOWER SEEDS TODAY.
    HAVE A GREAT DAY!
    SNUGGLES TO THE PUPSTERS

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    1. I'm so glad you have the cardinals to enjoy!

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  4. These are the kind of posts I like. Puts my in a relaxed, meditative mood, and reminds me that the best memories are of the heart satisfying little slices of time.

    I remember a flower garden we had in our side front yard. It was surrounded by a white picket fence. I had a swing and I loved to swing back and forth and look at the flowers. It was peaceful and quiet, no road noise. Our house was not in the city proper, but also not quite country, just on the outskirts of town. Plenty of space for a child to enjoy rambling around in.

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    1. What a sweet memory! I'll try to write more of these.

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  5. What a great memory of your childhood. I have to say Brenda I enjoy your style of writing. I think you are missing a big opportunity to not write stories and get them published. You have a knack of capturing the readers emotions as they envision your words. I think you should write more on your blog too. I love these short stories and memories you write.
    Kris

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    1. I get my need to write out of my system writing this blog. Plus I spend all my time doing that!

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  6. What a lovely place to explore and grow.

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    1. I'm so glad that memory came back to me, simple as it is.

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  7. Oh how your words take me down tgat dirt road with you.

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  8. Hi Brenda~

    What a beautiful memory, very fitting for a beautiful fall afternoon.

    I love to try to remember all the memories that are sometimes only brought to the front by the change of seasons, or a smell. There is a certain smell, that I can't put my finger on, but when I smell it, it reminds me of my grandfathers home. It's a old smell, old in a good way, one that I would love to recall and smell more often.

    Thank you for helping us to remember with you - it was a lovely dirt road!

    Hugs,
    Barb

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    1. You're so right! The senses bring back these memories.

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  9. What a beautiful memory. I had very similar childhood experiences at my grandparents' house. The creek, the barn, the dirt road, the chicken coop, the garden, all memories I cherish still.

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  10. You wrote this so well I felt as though I walked along with you. It's a nice memory and one that I expect few children would make today. I am grateful for many childhood memories and the fact that we had more freedom as a child then.

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  11. Brenda, I loved this simple memory of yours and could picture you as a little girl walking down it. I believe these memories are not only precious to us but could for us to recall.

    I can't remember which author it was, but I remember reading that is is good for us to keep the child we were in our mind because that is our essential self. She even advised to keeping a childhood photo of ourself on a desk or in a bedroom. When I read that I pulled some out for myself and my husband and it helps me so much. We can't lose sight of the child we once were.

    Very nice, Brenda!

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  12. I once lived on an old dirt road when I was a child. You took me back. I love the country! Brenda you do have a real talent for writing. I bet you could get some short stories published in magazines or in a collection of short stories.

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  13. Beautiful and evocative, it could be the opening to a novel, memoir, or collection of essays. I enjoy your work so much, Brenda.

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  14. Beautiful memories of a happy time. I concur with the comments above, this could be the opening of a book! Your writing transports me and frankly I felt as if I was walking behind that curly haired little girl down that dirt road watching her pick up rocks.

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  15. Thank you for your memories, Brenda. Your memories trigger my own childhood recollections. After suffering with depression for many years, my memories are coming back to me too.

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