Dirt Roads, the First Frontier

I have always had a fascination with dirt roads. If space is the final frontier, then these old rutted paths can be called the first frontier, where many men have gone before. Maybe it's really a love of the past that attracts me to the winding roads, now disappearing from most landscapes.

I titled my blog, Musings From A Dirt Road Girl, partly because I lived on a dirt road a long time ago. But, also, because to muse one must think and reflect; to redirect one's attention inward, backward, down old paths. Down some old dirt road winding through your memories.

So, many of my posts will be from a time when I was Pammy Jo to my grandparents, a barefoot girl on most summer days, and one of six kids, the only girl at that. A time when imagination was my best friend, well, along with my dog, Bobo.