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On the Road to Felchville

By Anne Demers

Created as a part of the Aging Resource Center memoir-writing class.

There was a little red house
Four miles from the village
On a crooked hilly, dirt road
Where I lived as a child
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

Bad travelling one stormy night
After my twin and I were born
Dad was called back to the hospital
Great Uncle Charles was nearly run over
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

Dad’s 1936 Buick, a classy car for its time
Ropes across the back of the front seats
Standing holding the ropes rode Anne and Andy
Andy said, “Go straight Dad” on that crooked road
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

After visiting Mom and new baby Tim
Groceries were purchased at the store
On the way home a tie rod broke
Our car careened off the road
Only one bloody lip
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

My brother and I on a summer day
Rode our bicycles to the village
Going down was a breeze
Huffing and puffing, sweating
Pedaling home was hard work
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

There were swimming holes
In the brook along the way
Hot summer days we went
Jumping into the cold water
Trudging back home wasn’t fun
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

When my sister was about three
She loved to ride to the village
Chatting and chatting all the way
She turned to our Dad asking
“Could you say all the words I did?”
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

Riding to the village store
In my brother’s Model A Ford
Buying icy cold popsicles
Sitting in the rumble seat
Getting threats—Don’t let them drip!
On his spotless shiny car
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

Terrible things happened
Smash, crash, crunch, bang!
There were many sharp corners
My drunken brother rolled his car
Scary, but no serious injuries
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

Later, when I was dating, George
Complained that I drove too fast
Being a pigheaded Frenchman
He decided to show me
10 MPSH for the rest of the trip!
Lots of things happened
On the Road to Felchville

Now when I drive back home
Memories come flooding back
Childhood seems like yesterday
Remembering the little red house
And missing Dad and Mom
Living on that crooked road up in the hills
So much happened
Up the Road from Felchville.

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