The Last Sunday Drive: Vanishing Traditions in Georgia and the Carolinas

The Sunday drive. Mom, dad and the kids would head out to see the countryside. An ice cream treat usually waited at day’s end. Back in the Burma—Shave days, mom—and—pop drive—ins and gas station biscuits fed folks. Cheap gas filled cars, and people made Sunday drives through a land where See Rock City barns, sawdust piles and trains and junkyards gave them plenty to see. Men in seersucker suits ran old stores with oscillating fans, and if the kids ate too much penny candy, grandma had a hom...