Track 1—From When We Were
Young (2011)
Once Upon A Road
Tom T. Hall, Dixie Hall, Good Home Grown Music
Once upon a road, when I
was innocent and free
And the back roads of
America, were like a toy land to me
It surely was the promised
land, and we had ourselves to please
And how the milk and honey
flowed, once upon a road
Once upon a road, we could
live off of the land
Watermelons on the vine,
chicken cookin’ in the pan
Water clean and water
free, you could sleep beneath the trees
Love and freedom was our
code, but that was once upon a road
Once upon a road, really
was a crazy time
We believed we could move
mountains, so we moved them in our minds
Blood and sweat and bitter
tears, took the days and took the years
And we have little left to
show, being once upon a road
Once
upon a road, we were young and we were fair
Changed
the face of all America, never hung around in the barber chair
We
were fighting for a dream, fought a mighty big machine
And
there ain’t nothin’ that we know, but being once upon a road
We
have little left to show, of being once upon a road
I first heard this song in January of
2010 via “Bluegrass Junction” on satellite radio. I immediately connected with
the message and relevance to the overall theme of WWWY (When We Were Young).
The song is from the album “Tom T. Hall Sings Miss Dixie and Tom T”—Blue Circle
Records, 2007. Tom T. and Dixie Hall have truly captured the spirit and ideals
of the younger generation in the 1950s and 1960s (not that I know anything
about these decades).
The beginning verse of the song reminds
me when I was young and would ride my bike up and around the gravel roads where
I grew up.
Once upon a road, when I
was innocent and free, and the back roads of America were like a toy land to me
Especially during the summer, there were
two specific activities that occupied a lot of my time in my youth—scavenging
through old junk yards and going fishing. With a large wire basket fastened to
the front of my bike, I would frequently head up the sparsely traveled Witch
Valley Road and spelunker through a roadside dump (which I’m sure was illegal
at the time, but not enforced very well). I was especially looking for old baby
buggy axels and wheels. These prized parts made great components for the homemade
go-carts that I would craft in our garage.
Further up Sommerville Valley Road in
Ellicottville, NY, where I grew up, were several old dumping grounds that had
not been disturbed for several decades. Inspired by my grandfather’s hobby of
digging for old bottles, I acquired the “bottle bug” and would balance a potato
digger across the handlebars of my bike and make the mile or two journey up the
road to treasure hunt.
When I’d arrive at a dig site, I’d often
have to dig down four to five feet through the rich black soil before
unearthing antique beer and whiskey bottles and old raised-letter medicine
bottles. I even dug up a couple of antique flat irons and once unearthed a
hand-cranked water pump.
When it came to fishing, the earthworms
you could find under old boards and fence posts around my uncle’s silos were
the biggest and best you could find for catching largemouth bass. My uncle’s
pond was just up the side of the hill behind the dairy barn. With my black
Zebco reel, Mason jar of worms, pocket knife, pair of pliers, extra hooks and
red and white bobber, many a summer evening were spent catching prickly-spined
sunfish, scary looking bull heads (catfish) and prized bass.
As you climbed up the steep bank of the
pond, if you would crouch down and walk quietly, you could sometimes catch a
rare glimpse of a Great Blue Heron that would hang out feeding on small fish at
the pond’s edge. It seemed as if this graceful, yet dinosaur-like creature had
a ten-foot wing span.
I’ll never forget the evening that I
borrowed a milk pail from my uncle’s milk house and happened to catch my
biggest bass ever. The fish was so big that its tail dangled out of the pail by
four inches. And that’s no fish story.
Once upon a road, when I
was innocent and free
And
the back roads of America, were like a toy land to me.