Saffron
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Daughter of Ecanus
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Post by Saffron on May 25, 2009 21:56:28 GMT -5
It was the summer of '76 when the Chevy broke down It wouldn't start, turnover, or make any sound Daddy checked the battery, the starter, pounded on the plugs jiggled some wires, looked under the hood at the lugs
With a disgusted sigh, he said, I don't understand but from this moment on I shall be a Ford man My ice-cream was melting and my tummy rumbled While he worked, under his breath he grumbled
To make a long story short, the car was towed It cost big bucks. Daddy was stressed and it showed He saved pennies and nickels and dimes for a year The time finally came. Dad was full of good cheer
He walked in the dealership with a hand full of cash said he wanted a two-tone-four-door with tinted glass The salesman said Of course Sir. I totally understand I can tell just by looking. You are a Ford man
Years later, after high school proms and salutations Daddy was looking quite dapper at my college graduation He was proud of me but stopped at the sight my Chevy van Said I should know by now... he was a Ford man
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Post by NewMan™ on May 25, 2009 22:37:47 GMT -5
We had a Buick skylark when I was growing up, gosh how I hated that car.. we also had a Chevy truck and that was fun, especially as I lived on a farm with gravel roads everywhere.. I don't think I've ever owned a Ford however I admire Henry Ford alot (except for his racist views) and today I drive a Honda accord (which runs great considering how I abuse it..). I've always wanted to own a Delorian but that may never happen..
cars are important to us, they hold so many memories. both good and bad. My first ever car was a Pontiac and I loved it, it took me from Kansas to Texas.
I really enjoyed your story my friend, I can imagine your daddys eyes when he saw that Chevy van..
Daniel
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Post by polonius on May 25, 2009 22:41:26 GMT -5
A sad story of betrayal. Obviously, a guilty memory that torments you, Penny. Perhaps this act of confession will enable you to achieve absolution, given that the poem is clearly penned with a profound and sincere contrition.
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Post by Harklight on May 29, 2009 14:00:02 GMT -5
This read is filled with human insight and humor ~ wonderful, Penny! I guess our dad's all have their car quirks. Mine almost had an apopleptic fit when he saw my first pride-n-joy: an imported sports car. This week, when I commented on his new plastic fantastic, he glanced at my Holden (GM) with disdain and smugly said he'd grown out of them, into Fords, and has now modernised!! I'd still put money on mine, out-pacing his, over any distance. Thanks for this wonderful story: wish I'd had a car to shock him with, at graduation. H x
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Post by kellygreen on May 31, 2009 17:14:26 GMT -5
Lady B~
This is one of my favorite of yours. You have served up a personal slice of Americana that warms the heart.
kelly
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Post by Artemis on Jun 2, 2009 2:08:03 GMT -5
Great write penny, fond memories and lots of lovely imagery. My dad had a Ford prefect hahaha that's going back some years .... It had a smiley face. I think cars DO have faces. THe last one we had had two . KK xx
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fairqueen
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Post by fairqueen on Jun 2, 2009 4:09:30 GMT -5
Back when I grew up, there were "Ford" men and "Chevy" men. My dad was a Chevy man. And, (this is silly) because of that, when I grew up, I would never consider buying a Ford.
I loved this one, my dear friend. It brings back memories of my own childhood and a way of life that I look back on now with envy, almost. Thanks for the memories, Penny.
Love you Janya
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