Then we moved to the country a dream come true for me. LOL. By age 14 I was camping out by myself on the lake most the summer. Dad left me there with a 14 foot V hull fishing boat with a late 1940’s 7.5 open faced Evinrude, the dog, and a rifle. He'd check in on me every day or so to bring ice and food. Camp was a Lean-to tarp. Cooked my own meals and took care of my self. Nearest phone was about 4 miles away or so.
When dad was a kid he's ride a bike or walk to a farm 30-35 miles away on Saturday to a friends house near the river and spend the night then come back home on Sunday. In the summer he and his brother camped out all summer on the Holston or French Broad rivers. His uncle or his dad came up on weekends. I'm glad I got to see that part of growing up my dad did and that he allowed me to do it. By my late teens or early twenty's that era was gone.
One song by Joe South that was popular when I was a teen says it all. “Don't it make you want to go home.” Except I stayed in the community I spend almost all my life and watched the changes come.
I hear you about staying put and watching the changes. I was born in ‘40 and have lived in and around Houston most of the time. The country roads I rode my horse on are 8 lane freeways now.
I hear you about staying put and watching the changes. I was born in ‘40 and have lived in and around Houston most of the time. The country roads I rode my horse on are 8 lane freeways now.