Moving Right Along???
As I sit here on the freeway---inching along and I'm tired of listening to the stereo stations that have more commercials than music. Now! why can't we just push a button and zap we are there---like star trek "beam me up Scotty." I think they now refer to this as PROGRESS and MOVING FORWARD.
I look down at the gear shift---R=REVERSE; Dare we go there for a moment, for we sure aren't going---D=DRIVE. Most folks reading this did not have the opportunity to hear and listen to someone that traveled through time that you and I will never in some part be able to experience.
I have written many hubs about this lady---my mother and hubber (jerilee wei) grandmother---we just called her GRAM. (It's Free Take It) (Grandma's Big Splash) Yet as i sit here complaining I remember how she told of her many ways of travel really began.
Daisy Genevieve Owen---"Gram"
Born 1911: Ozark Mt, Missouri
It is hard to imagine now of sitting in the back of a covered wagon bouncing along and trying to hold on while her father guided a team through ruts and around rocks on their way from Missouri to Arkansas. The only time that they went fast was when her father who loved to race his team came along one or two others that were willing to set a wager and a better pace. "Now here I sit complaining because I cannot go 70 mph on a 65 mph freeway."???
After her mother and father died and she and her brothers were farmed out to relatives and at the age of sixteen she helped herself to the egg---money and caught a train to go as far as the egg money would take her---Phoenix Arizona. "Now, here again I sit complaining with the AC on high."
There was this stick with a little knob on it and there was no indication of what we know now as D, P, R, N, L. No! you had to learn and know where to put that stick to make it engage at the same time as you stepped down and released this pedal called a clutch---which was right next to the brake pedal.
This transportation was used to get her from a room in a rooming house to her now very important job---as being one of the first car-hops at a hamburger drive-in. No! you did not talk to a box hanging on a post and then drive forward to receive your juicy burger. This young girl came out and served your food to you on a tray with a smile.
Note: some years later (Grandma Your Busted)
At the young age of 70 this lady wanted to take a trip in an airplane and it was like seeing a little kid at Christmas. Now we stand in long lines and are searched and x-rayed for this same journey while they lose are luggage.
Yes, we have all came a long ways to get from POINT A---to---POINT B and maybe someday we will have that button and I know that GRAM would be first to push it.
REMEMBER=THIS THING WE CALL PROGRESS IS NEITHER SWIFT OR EASY.