CHANNILLO
Stop the Truck, I See a Picture
By Adeline E. Anderson
By Adeline E. Anderson
Series Description:
Most Americans think of two things when they hear Nebraska: corn and cows. I want to be offended, but both corn and cows outnumber Nebraskans, so you win; however, I think there is more to Nebraska than our main exports. This series will explore a favorite pastime of rural Nebraskans, which is dirt-road driving. What is it? What’s the thinking behind it? What exactly does one do on a dirt-road drive? Of course, it’s just driving on dirt roads, but digging deeper, this series will examine the philosophy behind the drives. I’ve laughed until my stomach’s hurt. I’ve cried until my checks were chapped. I’ve yelled until my lungs were sore. These rides are full of deep conversations and earnest introspection. We rednecks ponder the same questions you do. Why are we here? Why does God let bad things happen to good people? Is God real? We do all of this while eating Slim Jims, drinking sodas, and listening to sport’s games.
Category/Genre(s): Nonfiction, Essays/Columns, Humor, Journal EntriesUpdated: A Few Times A Week
Status: Completed
Author Bio For Adeline E. Anderson:
You can see my name, so I won't bore with you the cliche opening sentence. I hail from the great state of Nebraska. It's a selfless state that rose to prominence in the late 19th Century as a mecca for hopeful homesteaders. I can assure you that the fantastical notion of Manifest Destiny was very real for my family. Thus, they came here, kept having kids, and over a century later, here I am. I have a background in writing and editing; however, the dream is to teach English, and to be a writer. I won't bore you with personal details, but if you're curious, I do like pizza. Writing is my passion, my therapy, and my life. Family, faith, and farm life inspires me.
My family is Nebraskan through and through. Some are Swedes, Germans, and Danes, while others are Sicilians, Italians, and Irish. Trust me, my blood is a legitimate melting pot. What combines the two sides of my family? Nebraska football. What else? Nebraskan small towns. One grandmother grew up in Blair, and another grandmother grew up in Fairbury. Okay, I feel like I've successfully proven that one, my blood runs Husker red, and two, Nebraska is a great unifier. It's true; look it up.​
I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes. "Maybe the Heartland isn't just the place in the middle of the country; maybe it's also the place in the middle of your chest." -Vicki Myron
Acknowledgements:
For my father, my sister, and my grandmother. In my darkest times, they reminded me why life was worth it.
Series Description:
Most Americans think of two things when they hear Nebraska: corn and cows. I want to be offended, but both corn and cows outnumber Nebraskans, so you win; however, I think there is more to Nebraska than our main exports. This series will explore a favorite pastime of rural Nebraskans, which is dirt-road driving. What is it? What’s the thinking behind it? What exactly does one do on a dirt-road drive? Of course, it’s just driving on dirt roads, but digging deeper, this series will examine the philosophy behind the drives. I’ve laughed until my stomach’s hurt. I’ve cried until my checks were chapped. I’ve yelled until my lungs were sore. These rides are full of deep conversations and earnest introspection. We rednecks ponder the same questions you do. Why are we here? Why does God let bad things happen to good people? Is God real? We do all of this while eating Slim Jims, drinking sodas, and listening to sport’s games.
Category/Genre(s): Nonfiction, Essays/Columns, Humor, Journal EntriesUpdated: A Few Times A Week
Status: Completed
Author Bio For Adeline E. Anderson:
You can see my name, so I won't bore with you the cliche opening sentence. I hail from the great state of Nebraska. It's a selfless state that rose to prominence in the late 19th Century as a mecca for hopeful homesteaders. I can assure you that the fantastical notion of Manifest Destiny was very real for my family. Thus, they came here, kept having kids, and over a century later, here I am. I have a background in writing and editing; however, the dream is to teach English, and to be a writer. I won't bore you with personal details, but if you're curious, I do like pizza. Writing is my passion, my therapy, and my life. Family, faith, and farm life inspires me.
My family is Nebraskan through and through. Some are Swedes, Germans, and Danes, while others are Sicilians, Italians, and Irish. Trust me, my blood is a legitimate melting pot. What combines the two sides of my family? Nebraska football. What else? Nebraskan small towns. One grandmother grew up in Blair, and another grandmother grew up in Fairbury. Okay, I feel like I've successfully proven that one, my blood runs Husker red, and two, Nebraska is a great unifier. It's true; look it up.​
I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes. "Maybe the Heartland isn't just the place in the middle of the country; maybe it's also the place in the middle of your chest." -Vicki Myron
Acknowledgements:
For my father, my sister, and my grandmother. In my darkest times, they reminded me why life was worth it.