Growing up on Muddy Creek

| April 2002

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    Muddy Creek

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The trials and tribulations of youth on Muddy Creek were many and certainly varied, but one of the most perplexing ones was the constant battle with mud.

Yes, MUD - spelled with capital letters. In today's society, nothing can compare to the ordeal of attempting to travel an unpaved dirt road in the spring after the early thaw. Mud affected all travel whether it was by foot, horseback, buggy, wagon or in a newfangled motor car. In any case, the going was tough, for mud was mud.

Dirt roads we would now label as 'arterial' were little more than well-traveled cow paths in my early years. A few such roads occasionally can be found in remote parts of our communities where traffic is rare and mostly restricted to farm machinery too massive to pass along the public thoroughfares. However, traffic is so light and infrequent on these byways that the soil is seldom beaten into the powder that hangs in the still evening air for hours after a passing vehicle or a man on horseback has stirred it.

Webster defines mud as 'a sticky, slimy mixture of solid material mixed with water.' He must have been familiar with Red Hill mud because there was never a more slimy or sticky mixture than the mud that clogged wagon wheels and produced a high-pitched sucking sound when horses pulled their feet from the belly-deep gruel along the thawing slopes of the hill.

As late as 1935, I took my city-bred, soon-to-be wife to the farm to meet the folks for the first time. It was spring. The pussy willows were popping, the Johnny Jump Ups and May apples were spreading their leaves along the foot of Red Hill. The birds were singing, and love was in the air.

Then we drove off the 'slab' of concrete onto the unpaved but lightly graveled road that led around Red Hill - the highest point in southern Illinois. The frost was thawing out of the red clay banks, releasing spring water that would soon cause old Muddy Creek to flood. Yes, that water had to cross the road on its way to the creek, and yes, we got stuck.


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