100 Word Challenge: Road

~ Tara R.

One afternoon last weekend, my Mister and I got into his truck and just went driving. No particular destination, no particular direction, we were simply exploring down roads we’ve never driven before.

People once took Sunday drives for fun. After church, the family would pile into the old sedan or wagon, roll the windows down, turn the radio up, and drive.

To the newer generations, that doesn’t sound fun. Just driving? No iPad or smartphone to entertain. People have to talk to each other? Watch the scenery pass by instead of catch up on shows and games? Preposterous!

Back in the day, it was multi-generational – grandma and grandpa came too. Or, like in my family history, they drove.

I can still remember how their car smelled. It always had that new car smell. I attributed that to the plastic seat covers my grandma put on the seat to keep the upholstery clean. Clear plastic covers with tiny, embossed flowers all over them

Those seats would make your legs sweat something awful and those dratted flowers would leave little red dents in the backs of your thighs… looked liked someone beat with you with a meat mallet.

But, I still miss those days. So, on pretty days, the Mister and I will pile into his truck, roll down the windows, turn on some tunes, and go for long drives, just the two of us, with no particular place to go.

“I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.” ~ Robert Frost

This week’s word is:

Road

What to do:

Using “road” for inspiration, write 100 Words – 100 exactly – no more, no less. You can either use the word – or any form of the word – as one of your 100, or it can be implied. Include a link in your post back here, and add your story to the Mister Linky list. If you don’t have a blog, you can leave your submission in the comment section, or as a Facebook status post. Remember to keep spreading the love with supportive comments for your fellow Wordsters.

13 thoughts on “100 Word Challenge: Road”

  1. ROAD

    After the blacktop street and cement sidewalks of the city a hard-packed dirt road borders a golf course and a ballpark. After a forty minute walk I reach the Wissahickon River and Valley Green, acreage purchased from William Penn in 1685. The Inn located there dates back to 1850-51. Along with the river and surrounding undeveloped park land there is a magical atmosphere that transports me back to colonial times. When I close my eyes, I see men in tricorn hats walking arm-in-arm with women in long homespun dresses kicking up dust as they pass me.

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    1. I’ve tried but can’t post an image. If you are interested in seeing Valley Green you can Google Valley Green Inn Philadelphia, Pennsylvania and see lots of images.

      There are still horse stalls to the right of the Inn. It no longer serves as a place for lodging but there a restaurant. Many folks have weddings and other affiars there. I loved walking there when I was a child. It was a favorite place to go wtih my mother when I visited home. We’d have luncn and look at the river. What we called “the creek.”

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      1. WordPress doesn’t have the option of allowing commenters to also post images. It’s apparently some kind of security thing… The Inn is lovely, very quaint.

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  4. This is the best. As a member of one of the “newer generations,” I suppose it was my mother who instilled this same love in me, refusing to let me slip too far towards the ways of my peers. I should call and thank her.

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  6. In my first job I had Mondays off. I was new to the area.

    I’d go out in the car on my own and drive. I’d see an odd looking place-name and I’d go there and then to the next odd looking place-name and so on.

    I lived in the right part of the country.

    Pixley, Trumpet, Mordiford, Monkhide, Fownhope, Puckrup, Lugwardine.

    People thought I was mad.

    ‘Why?’

    ‘Why not?’

    Finally I found someone who understood and married him.

    Now we live near Mudiford, Bere Regis, Eype.

    One day we’ll go to Whitchurch Canonicorum.

    Just because it’s there.

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      1. I love the native American names, they sound so musical and then there’s Fluffy Landing! How on earth did that get its name? I live very near somewhere called Spetisbury now and wondered what it meant. I knew that bury is an Anglo-Saxon word for a fortified place (closely linked to the word borough) but wasn’t sure what Spetis meant. Anyway, turns out it’s Old English for woodpecker.

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