It sure has been quite, I am starting to think I am no longer on the mailing list? This was sent to me and I know it doesn't have anything to do with actual geneaology, but I do believe it has to do with what we find in our searches: The old day's in alot of way's didn't seem so bad, and maybe they were beter. It is quite out there and I sure miss everyones "chatter". Art the site is great, great work and thanks. Jennie Hudson Arata/Bianchetti/Sanquinetti/and many more - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Dirt Roads" What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved. There's not a problem in America today -- crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency, that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character. People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride. That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog. We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along. There was less crime in our streets before they were paved. Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by 5 barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun. There were no drive-by shootings. Our values were better when our roads were worse! People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous. They didn't tailgate by riding the bumper, or the guy in front would choke you with dust, and bust your windshield with rocks. Dirt Roads taught patience. Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly. You didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk - You walked to the barn for your milk. For your mail, you walked to the mail box. What if it rained and the Dirt Road got washed out? That was the best part, then you stayed home and had some family time, roasted marshmallows, and popped popcorn and pony-rode on Daddy's shoulders, and learned how to make prettier quilts than anybody. At the end of Dirt Roads, you learned that bad words tasted like soap. Most paved roads lead to trouble. Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek, or a swimming hole. At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't, some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini. ~~author unknown~~