Sundays are very long and lonely for me, so I often get in the car and go for a long drive. Today I went out to Goshen to see if I could find the site where they made those scripture movies. I did find it, but only saw it from a distance because the roads that led up to it were all dirt roads and I had just washed my car and didn't want to get it dirty. But I could see it and it looked pretty cool.
Goshen, and the valley and communities around it are so beautiful. I would love to live there if I was retired and didn't have to drive somewhere to work every day. As I was driving, I noticed that the homes out there had gas tanks by them like we had when I was little girl. I had not noticed them before and I actually didn't think they were used any more.
It just brought back so many memories for me. Our old gas tank out behind our house in Franklin was a great play thing for me when I was a child. I often rode it like a horse or played under it in the shade it provided. I remember the gas man coming to fill it up and visiting with him. I imagine that he flirted with my very pretty mom, as most men that came around did. It is funny, but I remember we had a can that we burned our garbage in that could not have been more than 15 -20 feet away from this highly flammable "horse" tank.
My mom burned our life size dolls in that garbage can.... I remember begging her not too and shedding lots of tears over their incineration. I spent a lot of time in my back yard as a kid.
Most often alone. I loved to play in my sandbox, play on the tank, and plant flowers in my special spot by the stairs.
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