A Saturday Road

by Annette Shirah


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Book Details

Language : English
Publication Date : 3/27/2002

Format : E-Book
Dimensions : E-Book
Page Count : 112
ISBN : 9780759689626
Format : Hardcover
Dimensions : 6x9
Page Count : 112
ISBN : 9780759689640

About the Book

Even now I can recognize a Saturday Road. I might be driving alone down the too familiar street on which I live or on a highway hundreds of miles away from home, never thinking of a Saturday Road. Without expecting it, I will be surprised to find one staring at me through the windshield, I’ll notice the singing of the tires on the asphalt and the endless gray ahead of me will unexpectedly become silver ribbon, sparkling, shimmering, and beckoning to me in the sunlight.

Houses and flowers by the side of the road will seem to come alive with color sharp and clear. I’ll come over the crest of a hill and I can see forever the world spread out before.

I’ll get that familiar fluttery feeling inside. Perhaps I’ll press the accelerator harder for just a moment. Then I’ll slow it down again. I want this to last. I’ll be aware of every nickel and dime in my pocket. I’ll start to hum a happy little tune around the works. "Saturday Road, going to town." I envision variety store counters with interesting things on them. That’s my Saturday Road: the road to Oz, Shangri-La, and the end of the rainbow.

This magic road was the most intricate and exciting fantasy I ever devised as a child. It meant going to town where the change in my pockets would buy me an assortment of hair bows, little tea sets, or tiny celluloid dolls and ceramic what-knots to add to my collection.

Or, it could mean that I was on my way by bus or train back to the foothills or northeast Alabama for a visit to the beloved place where I was born. Most of all, the Saturday Road was my escape from the economic poverty in which we lived during the early nineteen forties on the heels of what my parents called, The Great Depression. The Saturday Road was a state of mind, I looked for it everywhere I went and I invariably found it.


About the Author

I am a homemaker, day care director, writer, and Red Cross volunteer, secretary for the Dale County Human Resources Board, President of Midland City Historical Society. I teach Sunday school and sing in the church choir. I live in Midland City, Alabama with my husband Clarence. We have four children, four grandchildren and four great-grandchildren. My hobbies are gardening painting, genealogy, history and listening to music. I’ve been writing since eighth grade. I was a correspondent for The Southern Star a weekly newspaper from Ozark, Alabama.