Memory Monday…It’s a thing like Throwback Thursday.
Back in the 80s, before seat belt laws and fully realizing the dangers of riding around in the back of a pick up truck, my cousins and I would pile into the back of my grandfather’s pick up truck to go with our moms, aunts, and grandmother to “town” for groceries. It was a 30-45 minute drive and sometimes there was a topper on the truck and sometimes there wasn’t. It never really mattered to us either way. We were fairly well behaved from what I recall. We picked a spot, sat down, and didn’t really attempt to get up and move around unless the truck was stopped. We didn’t throw things at cars or people as we passed by or anything. We just enjoyed being with each other and riding in the back of the truck. It was like an event we waited for all winter! To entertain ourselves, we’d sing. I remember many Saturday’s spent belting tunes like:
Love in the First Degree, Dixieland Delight, There’s No Way, Roll On–Alabama
I’d Just Love to Lay You Down–Conway Twitty
The Dukes of Hazard Theme–Waylon Jennings
And so many others. Sometimes we knew the words, sometimes we didn’t. One thing we knew for sure: on the way home, if the back of the truck suddenly fell off and our parental figures didn’t notice, we wouldn’t starve because we had all the food. Assuming we survived of course.