I looked at today’s date and remembered: My grandmother’s birthday. She’s been gone since the 1980s, but still it’s her birthday. Funny how some dates stick.
And how one flicker of memory leads to another. Telling and hearing stories with retired educators in Plaistow, one teacher remembered that the most exciting part of growing up in rural Tennessee was going to open-air revival meetings. “We rode in the rumble seat,” she said, “and I remember thinking “God bless the moon and God bless me.”
Which reminded me of Aunt Harriet’s Model A Ford -- the only car she ever drove (or owned -- far as I could tell). Once she took a cousin or two and me for a ride around Danbury village in the rumble seat. I’ll say this: Convertibles got nothing on rumble seats if you’re talking excitement.