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There is nothing new age about dry creek, a small town “somewhere” in the middle of Louisiana, where therapy is strictly calling your friend and riding a back road together. Letting go means feeling the breeze on the back of your neck, lying on the side of a creek bank in the summer. Passer byers, (is that even a word?) might find it difficult to place a finger on what this small town has done for me growing up as a child there. It’s one of those things when someone says: you just have to be born and raised there, to understand. One of the things I remember most about my days there were, all the watermelon fields my grandfather had and driving along the dirt roads to the dairy farms, where my dad worked as a young man. Life to me, as a country girl was just simple back then. There is this one area in Dry Creek that probably means the most to me. This one particular stretch of road where my family lived had amazing oak trees, a little farm house and lots and lots of farm pastures for our animals. A huge barn to play in, a tire swing and a huge 5gl barrel for me to “swim” in with three catfish ponds to fish the banks of. It was the farmhouse dream growing up.
We had one gas station called ‘Tuners Grocery’. It was the only store where you could charge for gas and food, then bill you at the end of the month. The old store had wooden floors much like an old barn. The things I remember most about the old store were buying Candy Cigarettes, Foot Long Beef Jerks, YooHoo’s and orange push pops.
We had a swimming hole along a creek called Carpenters Bridge. This was an old wooden bridge and I swear to this day, I have anxiety crossing over it. However, this is where I spent most of my days has a young girl watching my dad haul canoes for extra money on the side and this is where I found my first crush with a popular high school boy. These were the days that I’m sure has made me who I am today and the love for the country.
Now, 30 years later there is still nothing new age about Dry Creek, a small town “somewhere” in the middle of Louisiana it truly is the bloodstream that keeps my heart beating for the country life!
Do you have any old stores that bring back memories to you? Any roads that lead you home? What was some of your favorite things to purchase at the time?