Wednesday, March 1, 2017

Backroads Memories 1

Back in the day I couldn’t wait for the weekends.  I knew Friday evening would be time to eat out with the family; then home to kick back in my room, listening to the “all request” radio station. I would always be listening, to see who had called in, professing their never ending love for this person or that person. The phone line connected to our rotary phone, would constantly be busy; because I would always be talking with friends, trying to line up Saturday nights.
Saturday would arrive, and I think all of us teenagers would get the yards mowed, all the animals fed, and the cars washed in record time! Rolling into town on Saturday nights, were a big deal. So exciting!  We had an unspoken truce with the stores, and knew which parking lots we could hang out in, and the ones that were “off limits”.

Our main block was 2 miles long and by 9:30pm, was jam packed with an assortment of cars, trucks, and motorcycles. It looked like such a colorful parade! Cars and trucks of all makes and models, bumper to bumper on each side of the road, impatiently waiting for that red light to turn green. There was always at least one fender bender while cruising. If there wasn’t much damage, the two parties would just shake hands with a promise to “fix it” so the law wouldn’t be called and praying our parents wouldn’t find out!

Burnouts, drag racing, circling the Tastee Freeze; and finding your buddies with the coolers were the plans for the night.  As midnight would approach, everyone would start packing up and heading home—wondering how much trouble that we were going to be in; since it would be way past our curfew!

Sunday morning would roll around, and as clock work – EVERYONE went to church! No excuses, no exceptions!!! A few of us would be praying, that the preacher wouldn’t be shouting as loud, and that he would make that sermon short and sweet! Some of us would be having pounding headaches; due to hangovers from drinking way too much from the night before.
Sermon finished, hymnal sang, final prayer and Church would be over.  After lunch, it would be time for a much needed nap. By evening time, everyone would be refreshed; and would be outside pitching horse shoes, lounging in the lawn chairs; or swinging on the old porch swing, all the while drinking sweet tea, gossiping about who was in church, what they wore, and heaven forbid their hairstyles!

Sunset would come quickly; and we would get ready for bed, dreading another week and wishing it was Friday already again!

My how times have changed! We are all grown and older. Friday evening “sit down” meals have been replaced by the quick fast food drive thru window.  Cruising is a thing of the past. Our main drag strip for those long Saturday nights, has been replaced by a six lane highway, the old fashioned store fronts changed into mini-malls; and the little church, where everyone in the community would attend faithfully: well, the doors are locked and is just a distant memory.

It seems, as if in the blink of an eye, everything has changed. Memories…That’s all we have of the “good ole’ days”.

Sometimes it’s nice to slow down and take a “Backroads Memories” trip. Thanks for “riding” along!

Until next time…….