tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post1274425175460002174..comments2024-03-28T11:38:34.959-05:00Comments on Leaves On My Tree: The Old Dirt RoadEmma Springfieldhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-91949875825170233192015-08-06T14:14:18.028-05:002015-08-06T14:14:18.028-05:00Some cities are dirtier than others but I believe ...Some cities are dirtier than others but I believe that the other things mixed in with the dust is worse than just dust. And thank you so much for answering my questions? I can tell by your posts that you love your new home.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-58485894364022881822015-08-06T00:52:45.897-05:002015-08-06T00:52:45.897-05:00Dirt in the city, oh yeah that is understood. I...Dirt in the city, oh yeah that is understood. I'd probably be pissed all the time cleaning. I love cleanliness and I like cleaning for the result's sake but it can get so tiring at times.<br /><br />By the way, regarding your question: I'm married to a local that's why I live here. Yes it is difficult to learn the language especially that their words mostly are composed of more consonants together with only a few vowels. But many words have origins from Latin, so it is recognizable. It is not a place of honey and milk (like no where) but yes I've come to love it with all its pluses and minuses.Marihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01160765895988797343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-41313157982230818792015-08-03T12:55:56.222-05:002015-08-03T12:55:56.222-05:00Actually dirt and dust are fairly clean. I know th...Actually dirt and dust are fairly clean. I know that sounds strange but I lived in a city where the air is filled with emissions from all the petroleum operated vehicles. The film that covers everything is next to impossible to clean. And it covers everything again as soon as you do clean it.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-69335536435372632302015-08-03T05:07:15.901-05:002015-08-03T05:07:15.901-05:00I can imagine how you felt looking at those places...I can imagine how you felt looking at those places and things. They're somewhat the same but different. Whenever I go homevisit, I've always got mixed feelings. Happy to remember what has been there before, sad to see that those are just in memories but all in all it's a nice feeling :)<br /><br />I don't mind dust (and dirt) too especially when I go on purpose to experience the bare nature.Marihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01160765895988797343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-23193103244522431162015-08-02T17:41:14.296-05:002015-08-02T17:41:14.296-05:00Our memory lanes may be dusty but they certainly a...Our memory lanes may be dusty but they certainly are fun to remember.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-2172816159159083872015-08-02T16:28:26.130-05:002015-08-02T16:28:26.130-05:00you made me recall my childhood too, and like you,...you made me recall my childhood too, and like you, I grew up living without paved road, actually, we had to walk quite a distance on a dirt trail ( not even a road for vehicles to pass) for quite a distance before reaching a dirt road, then, a paved road. I loved those walks, and now, love walking down the memory lane.betchaihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04754061874315713589noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-87676315712724870112015-08-02T13:43:45.267-05:002015-08-02T13:43:45.267-05:00Oh my yes. Sometimes it could be so bad you could ...Oh my yes. Sometimes it could be so bad you could not breathe.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-14939567619803188592015-08-02T01:25:03.927-05:002015-08-02T01:25:03.927-05:00Dear Emma, your post brings memories of long walks...Dear Emma, your post brings memories of long walks through fiels in my youth to me - they were not paved, and in the heat the dust went up. Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-77581776759779430252015-08-01T23:14:58.485-05:002015-08-01T23:14:58.485-05:00Ah those good old dusty days... I was happy when w...Ah those good old dusty days... I was happy when we lived in a house with electricity. I was overjoyed if we had running water and ecstatic if there was an indoor toilet.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-74980766058067590702015-08-01T21:04:32.501-05:002015-08-01T21:04:32.501-05:00I lived on a dirt road most of my young life too. ...I lived on a dirt road most of my young life too. You could see the dust cloud long before the car.<br />We knew to take a rag and wipe the dust off the front porch swing before sitting.Rick Watsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01005727239466916086noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-2899848054761363322015-08-01T13:58:45.375-05:002015-08-01T13:58:45.375-05:00I bet you do hate it. The dust can choke you.I bet you do hate it. The dust can choke you.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-61176968394712157852015-08-01T13:57:55.043-05:002015-08-01T13:57:55.043-05:00Bike riding and trying to roller skate using those...Bike riding and trying to roller skate using those old skates that fasten on your shoes. Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-80434694017250463812015-08-01T09:28:49.310-05:002015-08-01T09:28:49.310-05:00A dirt road makes my jogging track.
So I hate when...A dirt road makes my jogging track.<br />So I hate when cars pass by.rainfield61https://www.blogger.com/profile/01334864123466123667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3061832609518891075.post-24486894168248566552015-08-01T05:21:37.372-05:002015-08-01T05:21:37.372-05:00It wasn't until we were looking at old photos ...It wasn't until we were looking at old photos and videos recently that I vaguely remembered that the street I grew up on was also a dirt road. And,there were those ruts and holes you described. They made bike riding a challenge.Beatrice P. Boydhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08281239556392874979noreply@blogger.com