Measuring a Journey

I realized today that the distance that we travel on a journey isn't always measured in miles. It's been a lazy day for me and I ran a few errands on Doll Baby, nothing special just the regular hohum. As I was taking a back road out of the town I live in headed to the local Harley shop it hit me.

I was passing by the turn off for an old grist mill site that use to have a covered bridge. I drifted off back to when I was a little kid going through that covered bridge on the way to some kin folks house. On one hand it seems like light years ago, but on the other it seems as it was only yesterday.

Thinking about that old two story log home that didn't have indoor plumbing really brought a smile out of me. They got their water from a well out in the front yard. My great aunt would draw her water to wash with and to drink or bath using that old chain one bucket at a time.

In the back yard was a small wooden outhouse. I thought that was the neatest thing as a kid going out back to do your bussiness. Then ya got to put a scoop of lime down the hole when you were done. Ah the things that amaze a child.

Getting back on the main drag I passed by the cemetary where my uncle is buried. I sure do miss him. He was one of the funniest people to ever set foot on God's green earth. I would sit for hours on end listening to his stories of all the messes he got himself into throught life. Not to mention my mother and other uncle and aunts telling tales on him.

You see I only rode a few miles today. Less than 30(gasp). But I traveled back through several generations on that little short ride today. It sure does make one sad at times thinking about our beloved family that have passed on before us. In the same token it brings back so many wonderful treasured memories of times gone by as well. I hope I never loose the memory of poor ol' Uncle Joe and the corn incident at Stucky's.

Ride Safe

Ronman