Sunday, July 20, 2008


Vincent-Van-Gogh painting of "Cornfields". I love these colors.

Perhaps it is the child in me that doesn't want to let go of a childhood too soon gone. Whatever the reason, I still remember as if it was yesterday, those long Sunday drives in the country. I long to go back to those good times when cares were far behind us. After a dinner (noon time in the South) of fried chicken and potato salad, we would all pile into the car and head out on the highway..well make that, into the country. We would ride around and see what the rural country side looked like. Most of the time we drove down the same old dirt roads and saw the same things week after week.

But once in a while we would take a new road. Now that was exciting. As city kids, just seeing animals in the fields and seeing the country kids riding their horses was fun for us. I loved looking at the corn in the fields and stopping to visit with some of the farmers and their children. We would drink ice cold water from their well. They didn't have a pump, they let the bucket down on a rope that was wound around the top and had a handle on the side. Sometimes they would have to pull up the bucket and take out the jar of milk in it. They kept their milk in the well to keep it cool for supper. Then they let it back down for their visitors who were dying of thirst. Sometimes the farmer's wife would take a stroll around her yard and garden with Mama and they would come back with fresh vegetables and some new cutting of a flower Mama wanted. This always pleased Mama so much. She would thank her with a big smile on her face.

Mama would always stop on the side of the road and gather wildflowers and put them in a pail of water, she brought along, just for that purpose. If it was blackberry time, we would pick a few berries in the tin syrup buckets, Mama brought with us. Or if we were lucky, we would end up with pears or plums from wild trees. Back then, no one shot at you if you were on their property looking for wild fruit or a Christmas tree for that matter. You can't do that now, you would at the very least get arrested. But back then, farmers didn't care. At least we never ran into any trouble.

After a few hours of just total saturation in the country smells and sounds, we would head back to town. We always ended the trip with ice cream at the local ice cream shop. I remember the taste of that lemon ice cream to this day. It was fun, free and probably very good for us to take that Sunday drive. We learned about farm animals and crops in a way that the city kids who didn't have this wonderful trip each Sunday, would miss but the most important thing was the good memories.


Morning Glories in Round Rock said...

I have a similar memory of Sunday drives in the country with my grandparents! Whether I was sitting up looking out the window, or lying on the backseat taking a little snooze, there was something so comforting listening to my grandparents comments in the front seat. Thanks, Eve, for the post--it brought back many memories.

Memphis Mimi said...

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check out my comments on her post 2 days ago about her family helping her pay for her meds. Thanks. Love your site. Will look at it more closely later. Right now I have to get Cora's attention. Thanks.
p.s. I love Van Gogh but have never seen this. I will be back.

Eve said...

Mimi, I don't know her email but perhaps she will come here and see your email.

Donna said...

We used to do this To!! What memories!!hughugs

CurtissAnn said...

What wonderful childhood memories you have. As I read, I remembered how hot the car always was when I was a child-- and the funny thing is that it is a sweet memory. For whatever reason, I'm glad I did not miss a time before air-conditioning. :)

Thanks for the mind-pictures of a more easy time.

Eve said...

Curtissann....Welcome back. I'll bet you already miss those Grandbabies!

smilnsigh said...

A lovely entry! Sunday afternoon drives in the country. I love it!

Isn't it too bad that there is not more of this now... Instead of having to pile in the car and head to the mall kind of thing? But that sounds grumpy of me, doesn't it? I'll just enjoy your lovely memories, and not whine about some things, today. :-)

And thank you much for your recent comment on my entry, about Discussion of the Look of Blogs. Especially thank you, because you had the guts to not just agree. :-)

'Tis glorious for each of us to have our own opinions. And Discussion means different opinions. Thank you!

Miss Mari-Nanci
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