Our First Car

Sam Bralley By Sam Bralley, 12th Jul 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/229l7d5i/
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Remembrance of my childhood keep flashing before my eyes…

Walking wasn’t crowded

We always walked to town, it was just about 2 miles and dad always said, “Walking wasn’t crowded.” I didn’t mind though because I would always run ahead or look at bugs or dead cats, you know things any little boy might find amusing on the side of the road. Life was definitely an adventure to a youngster during the early ‘50’s. If we didn’t walk, like when mom went with us we rode the bus, but would have to walk a block up to the next street just to catch it. The buses didn’t run on our street back then.

I thought that old Pontiac was a real beauty

I don’t really remember just how old I was when we decided to purchase our first car, but I do remember it was a used 1949 Pontiac, 4 door and it was shiny black with white walled tires. It was a beauty. Mom wanted to get seat covers first thing to protect the nice upholstery, and floor mats. Until they came in she just spread old sheets over the seats to protect them and old newspapers in the floor. Dad was the only one that had driver’s license but mom soon got hers since the car was an automatic. I didn’t even know what that meant but dad used to joke mom saying she had to have an automatic because she drove the ‘A’ model up on the porch or something.

We took drives and went on vacations...

We use to take drives and we boys wanted to roll down the windows first thing. Jack always wanted to ride behind dad and Jim always rode behind mom. I was too young to set by the window so I had to set in the middle of the back seat on the ‘hump’. Mom said she was afraid I would open the door and fall out. Besides, I was so small I couldn’t see outside anyway, I tried once when mom wasn’t looking.

The ‘car’ had to sit outside on the side street because we didn’t have a garage or driveway, but dad soon had one built. I can remember we would wash that old car every Saturday and my job was to wash those big white walled tires with a scrub brush. I did a good job too. My sister, Peggy was next to get her license after she graduated high school. Mom said she was a good driver and cautious, always keeping both hands on the steering wheel.

Dad had cataracts

Mom & Peggy started doing all the driving because dad had to have both eyes operated on. This forced him to have to wear really thick glasses. I remember he didn’t drive much after that because mom said he scared her not being able to see any better than he did. Soon Jim got his license and then Jake soon after that. I was hoping that I too would get to drive that old Pontiac, but I never did. I had to wait until we traded that Pontiac for a newer car, 1953 Mercury, and it was two-toned green. Mom was able to get a picture of that old Pontiac before we traded it. I remember seeing our first car in her photo album. When I saw that picture, it really brought back many fond memories.

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1949 Pontiac, Automatic, Bus, Dead Cats, Drivers License, Driveway, Fond Memories, Garage, Picture, Scrub-Brush, Thick Glasses

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I'm Sam, and welcome to my page. I'm retired from the USPS and I like to meet people through writing. Hope you enjoy yourselves and please rate my offerings.

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author avatar C. Michael Davis
14th Jul 2010 (#)

You are telling your age Sam. I have you by a few years and we are not even close to old yet. Like your work, it makes me homesick for an earlier time.

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author avatar Retired
14th Jul 2010 (#)

wow another beautiful share, your are a talent sam!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
14th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks C Michael & Rebecca for your nice comments of encouragement...

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author avatar Claerwyn Anwylaeth
14th Jul 2010 (#)

This sounds great :) I have a similar memory as a child of driving in my father's 1974 CJ-5 Jeep and forever wanting to learn in it. I'm now on my learner license and soon to be on my provisionals, and he's given it to me to drive. Cars really do have an impact on your life, despite being a material possession; it's the memories attached to them :)

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author avatar Sam Bralley
14th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks Claerwyn Anwylaeth, for your review and nice comments...

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author avatar nikern20
15th Jul 2010 (#)

nastalgia is like the wine of living!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
6th Sep 2011 (#)

yes it is...

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author avatar Steve Kinsman
5th Sep 2011 (#)

Loved this story. Took me all the way back to the forties and our family's 1936 Reo. Great share Sam.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
5th Sep 2011 (#)

Thanks Steve for the nice comments. I've been away for awhile but hope now to get back into writing...

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