“I guess when you’ve lived longer than your house and your family, then you’ve lived long enough.” — From Trip to Bountiful
Luther, Oklahoma, A Route 66 railroad crossing just off the Mother Road | November 2011
This photo reminds me of my father and all the stories he used to tell me about sawmill gravy and the big homemade biscuits his mother used to make him. She’d stick her big fat thumb in the side and create a well for honey.
I picture my father living in a house just like the one in this picture. It looks like something straight out of Fried Green Tomatoes or Trip to Bountiful, two of my favorite movies.
My father never pretended to be somebody he wasn’t, and he found so much joy in books, poetry, and road trip adventures. When I was 15, he insisted that we dodge the Turner Turnpike and take the road less traveled – old Route 66. It doubled our trip time, which as a teenager made me crazy. I’m certain my head was buried in Seventeen Magazine the entire time. Now, I understand why it annoyed him so much. He wanted me to see and understand the significance of the road. These days, I can’t seem to get enough of it.
Someday, probably not that far away, the broken-down houses along Route 66 will succumb to the bulldozer of a new man’s dream. We’ll clear away the clutter, but probably never our condemning ways.
Best mother/son scene of any movie ever: Trip To Bountiful.
Check out this recipe for sawmill gravy from I Believe I Can Fry. It’s Route 66 worthy!