(Note: Dr. Appt good, Implant to be fired up Oct15th)
I have been unable to determine where our family came from and what was their occupations before the late 1800’s. My first knowledge is the Great Great Greats being farmers in Georgia. On the side they were well diggers and dynamite handlers.
(Our family farmed with mules, I was the first person to own a tractor in our family, a beautiful 8N)
But I do know that my Grandpa Lonnie Darnell came to North Carolina awhile before the onset of the depression, hearing about work in the ‘cotton mills’. Daddy and mom were young marrieds with two sons and dad had been a Peanut Farmer, and wandered to Hollywood Florida for work. Then his dad in a letter said come to NC, there is work, other than farming.
Dad was camping working as a laborer and studying to become a minister, So they moved up. At that point many of the family were in NC working in the mills. Many of the men left NC & GA to fight in WWII, and on their return did not want to work in the mills. Then the majority turned to trucking. There must be an inner call in our blood about traveling.
Since Truckers are so much part of my family, (a brother, several uncles and several cousins) I am as courteous as possible to them on the road. I know they are hard working dudes putting in a lot of hours. I have only encountered one, maybe two who were intentionally nasty and cut me off in the motor home. I know guys in motor homes who have no sympathy for the drivers. My attitude is I am out here because it is my choice, I am retired and seldom on a tight schedule, so I can give a little.
My Brother used to make a weekly trip to NYC. He bought a 9” TV up there before most of us had ever seen one. I went to his house and we sat and watched the test pattern. Yep that was weird, but you must realize we were used to watching a radio. LOL. Uncle Hisure talked about making soup from water and ketchup and eating crackers before the big truck stops.
The 40-50’s were big on uniforms. The service station attendants wore hats. Then also the Truckers had their own style of hats.
Sherry and I talked about going into trucking at one time, but never followed thru, but it was a good conversation topic during a lot of our long car rides.
WE love being on the road. I miss it now as we sit.
Unless I can find some better pictures, I might give up on finishing this series.
In 1988, here are some of the New cars on the road: