Memories of a trailer trip across the United States in 1953; before our interstate highway system, before seatbelts, before air conditioning, before tires without tubes, before credit cards …and much more.
Lots of fun, lots of crises, and a few disasters. Coming to this page soon.
As Dolly rambles through the open field that she left so many years ago her memories take over; plowing the fields after her parents died; watching the cows frolic with joy when they were put out to pasture after the long winter in the barn; finding her “thinking tree” at the end of the field where she took refuge when life overwhelmed her, resting her cheek on the rough bark for solace.
Nellie was so curious she followed Dolly every step of her walk around the field. It was 35 years since Dolly had left Black Rock in tears and grief.
If a picture is worth a thousand words will my readers find the story in this photo? 
Mark Lawrence writes in his article, Why We Need Stories. “A story is more than a collection of words arranged into a structure; they are an act of creation that speaks to us across the years and miles between author and reader. A well written story can force us to re-evaluate our morals, our truths, and our future. But they do more, stories bring us together in a shared experience in the same way that great music and great art can do.
Starting in May this blog will be bringing you stories, reviews of stories, pieces of stories, tips on storytelling and all else dealing with stories. Sometimes I’ll upload a photo and ask you, the reader of the blog, to tell a story about it. Sometimes I’ll include a story someone sends to me. Please share your stories.
My friend Sasha Wolfe has written her second book, Too Cold for Alligators. It’s the story of her trip, alone, to Florida, driving all the way and stopping at spots that look interesting. To read her book is to be sitting in her truck next to her. Her descriptions of the highway, the landscape, the places she stops and even the motels she stays in are so immediate and personal that you share the experience as if you were there. Here’s a sample from her drive along the Skyline Drive in the Shenandoah Valley:
“The entrance fee at the little guard shack is $10. It’s noon, the odometer reads 13,766.2, and it is 21 degrees. The park ranger with his southern drawl tells me that if I were to do any hiking, I’ll be alone on the trails. That won’t be a problem. In this cold it’s highly unlikely any hiking will happen. He says it would be better for photographs if the sun wasn’t shining. I’ll take what I can get.
“The road narrows and winds up the mountain and as I drive along I think, what sun? It’s quite cloudy. Trees and landscape on both sides of the road are brown, gray and colorless with dried yellow grasses. This is just like late winter back home after the snow melts. …..A flash of bright blue against the dull colors catches my eye as a flock of bluebirds flies from the ground to the trees. Poor little things, bet they didn’t expect to be this cold.”
Visit Sasha at www.sashawolfe.net