I am from seeing the family car burn, gravel roads, and the new car smell of our blue Valiant.
I am from life as seen through windshields - seeing dust devils - dancing, spinning, twisting, gritty sand in my mouth.
I am from prickly pear cactus, stalled cars and flash floods.
I am from lost keys, and coat hangers fashioned to open car doors, I am from Elizabeth, Grandpa Earl and Grandma Kate.
I am from tenacious-ness, and never give up.
I am from "you can do what ever you make up your mind to do", and "they can take away everything but your education".
I am from a driver's license at 15, a car of my own at 17 and Idaho plates.
I am from Kate who at 18 loved to ride the new 1905 Indian motorcycle yet - never drove a car, and from Elizabeth who learned to drive when she was 35.
I am from photos of Grandpa's Model A - Mom and Uncle Marion sitting on the running boards.
I am from car keys hanging on hooks, and kitchen tables stacked with books.
And each one of those lines is still another story, Ruth. I want to know about them, specially about that Indian motorcycle. Do you know that movie about a motorcycle like that. I can't remember the name, but it was awesome! I love that you put in the names. The things are important, but those names mean something so full and rich. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteA fabulous montage of your car memories. I agree that each line is filled with historical events which one day maybe written.
ReplyDeleteI love the format of this piece. I love how it shows these are far more than car stories.
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