I'm Canadian born, mother, grandmother, married to a retired Military man and lived much of my life on Military bases in various parts of the world, the most exotic (a three year tour) in Bermuda.

I'm an only child but was taught the value of family being the most important aspect of our lives by both my Parents and my Grandmother.

**My Dad taught me steadfastness. Never to compromise my principles.
**My Mom taught me love. That a Mother's love is different. It's never ending, unconditional no matter what the circumstances.
**My Grandmother taught me how to hang out. We'd sit for hours under a huge maple tree (on the farm) discusing which butterfly would come and sit on her newly bloomed peturnia's next. Oh!! She also taught me how to spin a spinning wheel and churn butter.

I have a passion for fast cars and what makes them tick!! I was the first 1/4 mile female race car driver in my area, in the late 60's.
I'm a retired cosmetologist/beautician and office administrator now enjoying life being as lazy as possible.

I have a few hobbies. Action/Adventure/Sci-fi Movies Reading...Writing...Birding....
I love people, animals and living life to it's fullest with all the gifts, talents, skills and abilities God gave me.

What's mainly wrong with society today is that too many Dirt Roads have been paved.

There's not a problem in America today; crime, drugs, education, divorce, delinquency that wouldn't be remedied, if we just had more Dirt Roads, because Dirt Roads give character.

People that live at the end of Dirt Roads learn early on that life is a bumpy ride.

That it can jar you right down to your teeth sometimes, but it's worth it, if at the end is home...a loving spouse, happy kids and a dog.

We wouldn't have near the trouble with our educational system if our kids got their exercise walking a Dirt Road with other kids, from whom they learn how to get along.

There was less crime in our streets before they were paved. Criminals didn't walk two dusty miles to rob or rape, if they knew they'd be welcomed by five barking dogs and a double barrel shotgun.

And there were no drive by shootings.

Our values were better when our roads were worse!

People did not worship their cars more than their kids, and motorists were more courteous, they didn't tailgate by riding the bumper or the guy in front would choke you with dust & bust your windshield with rocks.

Dirt Roads taught patience.

Dirt Roads were environmentally friendly, you didn't hop in your car for a quart of milk you walked to the barn for your milk.

Most paved roads lead to trouble, Dirt Roads more likely lead to a fishing creek or a swimming hole.

At the end of a Dirt Road, the only time we even locked our car was in August, because if we didn't some neighbor would fill it with too much zucchini.

At the end of a Dirt Road, there was always extra springtime income, from when city dudes would get stuck, you'd have to hitch up a team and pull them out. Usually you got a dollar...always you got a new friend...

at the end of a Dirt Road.

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Paul Harvey