
He always led me to believe I could do or be anything I wanted which was a profound idea in 1970. It was settled that day, I would become a fisherman!
My Daddy and Mama would take us kids for a ride down the back roads, which were one lane dirt roads in SE Georgia, most nights after Supper. We would pile in the cab of Daddy's 66 Chevy truck to go looking for deer, and of course there was the ever-possible sighting of the Bogeyman. Occasionally we stopped by the Ice Plant where Daddy would get a box of Sugar Babies for us all to share. It was such a simple time to spend with each other but WE thought it was the greatest thing on Earth!
As I look back on those days the world was mundanely uncomplicated. I’ve decided to Blog about those simple times, simple things and good food. Dredging up memories of those good ole days when family night was every night is a good thing. We were always learning from our Family but never had a clue because it was just what you did! Welcome to Dirt Road Dredge.