On May 11:
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.
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.
I remember riding in Priscella up to mill from Harriet's in the rumble seat. Dad drove, this was after the demise of the scout, "Priscella never would have done that" she told us of the scout
Posted by: jeff Miller | May 15, 2012 at 07:41 PM
Jeff, I'd forgotten that the car was named Priscilla.
Posted by: Rebecca Rule | May 23, 2012 at 09:28 AM