Who needs a skating rink when FM 1960 is at the end of the dirt road where your home is located? The bumpy, asphalt road was useful for travel, but it also became a skating rink and a market for the sale of blackberries for my sister and me during our teenage years.
Farm to Market Road 1960 passes through Humble in an east/west direction, but it no longer goes from farms to markets. The old road, or Business FM 1960 today, had two curves as it traveled westward from Humble to Interstate 45. The dirt road which led to my house began in the first curve which was about two miles west of Humble. Tetter Road, now named Cypresswood, ended in the second curve about two miles farther west.
During the 1950s the bumpy, asphalt road was not heavily traveled. The fact that it was a rough road with a speed limit of 70 miles per hour did not deter my sister and me from strapping our metal roller skates onto our shoes, cinching the bars tightly at the front and back, and skating off to Tetter Road where our friends lived. After our visit, we just skated our way back home. We enjoyed roller skating on FM 1960.
When spring arrived, the bumpy road became our marketplace. The Humble Fair and Rodeo would come to town and we looked forward to riding the bumper cars and Ferris wheel, testing our skill at popping balloons or shooting ducks to win a prize, and eating cotton candy. Entrance to the fair required a fistful of quarters and half-dollars which we had to earn. The fair and rodeo arrived in town just after blackberry season. When the berries were ripe and ready to pick, we would take our buckets and stomp through the woods to the blackberry patch. Hours would be spent picking as many berries as possible. During the evening we would sort the picked berries and remove any trash and foreign objects. A few hours of the following day were spent standing beside FM 1960 with a handmade sign to attract customers for our berries. Selling the berries provided the funds needed to enjoy the rides and games at the fair. Some years we watched a rodeo performance and were in awe of the clowns, bull riders and cowboys. However, our preferred entertainment was the excitement of the rides and games that covered the fairgrounds.
It was a simpler time during the 1950s when an old highway from Humble to places westward enticed my sister and me to strap on our metal roller skates and take off to visit friends or to endure the sun and traffic to sell our blackberries while anticipating the fun we would have attending the Humble Fair and Rodeo.