A departure from my “Detours”
You know it’s dangerous to think too much, but here I am thinking.
Today, I am detouring “Detours”. I’m going to share something fun I hope.
As I may have mentioned before, my sister “D” and I are best friends. She is far more “spiritual” than I, in a good way and that’s a good thing. She makes up for me missing church and I cherish her emails.
Today, she shared something that put a smile on my face because it brought back some long forgotten memories of us as children.
She started out saying how “even though we need to be aware of what’s going on in the world, we also need the feel-goods, those precious things in life that make us laugh and want to hug people.”
I couldn’t agree more.
She proceeds to tell me how as she was driving yesterday she passed a park and saw a line of children walking, perhaps part of a summer program headed to a nature trail nearby. In the line, a few of the girls were waving at the passing motorists and the motorists for the most part paying them no mind. “D” however responded with a smile and wave much to the delight of the girls, who immediately began hopping up and down waving even more furiously. What heavenly innocence!
I thought how amazing that such a small gesture could mean so much to them. And in “D” s words, “it made me laugh. They were thrilled because someone acknowledged them. That was a feel-good Luvu”
As I was reading of her experience, it reminded me of the many little things that would delight us as children many, many years ago. One such were road trips.
In the old days, long ago there was law no such thing as seat belt requirements. No law prohibiting children from bouncing around loosely in the back of a pick up truck. Long gone are the days when we kids would pile in the back of a borrowed pick up truck, “borrowed” because we didn’t own one, so it had to be borrowed or we were with someone my parents knew and we’d either be sitting and/or standing if it had rails. And, it was not uncommon to see us wave vigorously at passing motorists trying to get their attention, all the while doing our best to maintain our balance. When “D” mentioned the delight of those girls, it brought back to me the warm feeling I would get inside when someone smiled back. In those days, we frequently got wavers and interestingly I remember the profound sadness I would feel if someone didn’t wave.
On long trips, the four of us would often be seen lined up on our knees in the back seat facing the cars behind us and oh the giggles we kids would break into seeing the responding friendly faces. Occasionally, parents could be seen talking and pointing when suddenly their children would emerge from the back and crowd in from behind all of them waving enthusiastically.
Then there was the thrill of the horn blast of a trucker who responded to the arm signal to”blow your horn” . We actually got to see the country. Dad would point out landmarks and tell the history behind it and/or a story of an experience he had there when he hitch hiked across the country as a young man. It was interesting to us.
We’d entertain our selves in many ways. Sometimes we would count cars or see how many different state license plates we could spot. I’m sure we tired our parents out with several renditions of “99 bottles of beer in the wall” (my favorite) and I don’t know how many more of “Old MacDonald” and “There was an Old Lady who Swallowed a Fly”, devising so many interesting things to kill the old gal with or how many varieties of animals we’d give good ol’ Mac.
We delighted in reading Burma Shave signs and whoever spotted one first got to read them. Being the oldest and able to lean in furthest over daddy’s shoulders, of course I got to read the most. My brother was next in line. “D” being far younger and not quite able to read as quickly just sat back and enjoyed the rest of us reading aloud. “S”, even though she is barely 13 months younger than I, got to read on occasion. In those days we thought she might be retarded because she was “slow” but she could read even though she wasn’t as quick as us. She was a scrapper. If I said I found it first she’d get in a dither and shout angrily, “nahuh, I got it first!” I speculate now that she has a form of autism, we just didn’t have a name for it then.
Oh, the squabbles we would get into in that back seat. Yes, the memory of them makes me smile.
When we would get too out of hand dad would reach in back with his club-like hands and thump us on the head and tell us to “sit down!”. I don’t recall that he ever pulled over to pull down our britches and beat our behinds. It was interesting that something that would have driven me crazy didn’t bother our parents, who in normal circumstances could be exceedingly violent. Trips for some reason put them in a tranquil mood and they were generally calm and pleasant to be with.
Road trips, once on the journey were usually our fun times. Even a day trips to the mountains, the beach or a park could brighten our day. Even mom’s.
How simple those days were… the days before hand held devices now being used to keep kids entertained. The days when we actually saw the sites.
Some will never see what a beautiful country we live in.
Just so you know, my detour posts are designed to be cathartic to me and no one else. It will culminate in where I find myself today and hope to be soon.
For all practical purposes, I am throwing it (my demons) out into the universe to be done with them. I know it’s a selfish act and a means to an end. Little by little even if you find these blogs depressing I hope it will bring the demons I have quarreled with for years to an abyss I can throw them in. Perhaps my journey will mean nothing to anyone or everything to someone else; if it does then that’s an added plus.
6 thoughts on “Road Trips –”
I haven’t thought about road trips in the longest time! Mom and dad with 4 of us kids, my sister and I in the “very back” of the old station wagon doing puzzle books and trying not to get car sick. One year it was a trip to Canada, mostly trips to Florida or Myrtle Beach. Fun family times!
They were weren’t they? We usually went to Alabama to see my grandparents and Ft. Walton. Dad always loved their white beaches. I realize seat belts are a necessity, but it was fun just “floating” around. I think we were less inclined to get bored even though we were still inclined to echo the “are we there yet?” refrain.
I really like the idea of your “detours” concept. And the photos here are gorgeous, why not make them a little larger? I know I can click on them and make them larger, but I hate doing that!!! Plus it’s time consuming! Anyway, thanks for a great trip here.
Thank you! I don’t know how to make the pictures larger without losing the resolution. You don’t seem to have that problem I’ve noticed. Mine get all fuzzy.
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Oh. No. You have to “take” the photo at a larger resolution…maybe. I have to actually lower my resolution when I post because I take them at high resolution in the camera.
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How do you do that on an iPhone? Some pictures are also older pictures taken with my iPhone, so I can’t do much about that, but… I guess I’ll have to check my instructions and see if there’s away of adjusting that. Thanks!