On a beautiful summer day, my daughter took me for a drive in the country on roads surrounding the city of DeKalb. It brought back memories of days not so long ago when people did this since there was little entertainment like television or events to attend like baseball or football games on a Sunday afternoon.
Did your father or grandfather now a days give slow aimless drivers the appellation,”Sunday Drivers?”
It was common to take a Sunday afternoon drive with the whole family in the car. We’d drive leisurely about the country side with no destination as our goal. Before heading home, we’d stop in the local drugstore, sitting at the soda fountain and have a soda or Ice cream sundae. We did not often have ice cream in our home because we had no refrigerator. Sometimes we’d have home-made ice cream and we’d top it with home grown strawberries or raspberries.
Back to our present drive, the beautifully maintained farm homes and manicured lawns gave mute testimony to the occupant’s pride of ownership. They looked like something out of a magazine called Better Homes and Gardens. I wondered how they did it besides all the chores of farming.
There is a saying that goes: “Man works from sun to sun but a woman’s work is never done.”
I substitute the word “woman” and replace it with “farmer.” I consider hard-working farmers the backbone of our country.
Laundry drying by solar power was stirring in a gentle breeze at one farm. How wonderful to slip between aromatic sheets that night. They haven’t duplicated that wonderful scent in laundry detergent or fabric softeners when drying skeet’s in a dryer.
The cornfields looked as if there would be a bountiful harvest. We used to say “knee high by the 4th of July,” but I have learned that meant “knee high to a person on horseback,” — not someone standing on the ground.
When I was a teenager it meant gainful employment as some us took on the task of de-tasseling the crop and later found jobs in canning factories before the school year began.
My reminiscing about “good old days,” may sound like someone unwilling to forget the past. Not true. I love living in the present with all our modern conveniences and thankful we have them. But I also relish the past.