Back in the 1960s during the summer you could play all day and into the night. We had "cuzins" who stayed across the highway, down a long dirt road through the woods to their house. We would go from our house, past the old well, past the cornfield to the highway to meet them. Sometimes they would eat supper at our house, and sometimes we would eat at theirs. When it was time for them to go home, we would walk with them to the highway. Momma used to sit in the rocking chair on the porch and listen and wait. Sometimes we would stand around and play at the highway for a while. Then they would walk down the dirt road to their house, and we would walk back to ours. There were no street lights or flashlights, just the stars and the moon lighting our way.
We loved our "cuzins," and we stay in touch even today. I thank God for watching over us as we walked up and down those dirt roads, through the woods, past the old well and the cornfield back home in the dark to Momma rocking in the chair on the porch listening and waiting.