Pleasant Valley Sunday
While the word "idyllic" doesn't quite characterize my childhood, my early years contained many elements that perfectly conformed to the American ideal. Chief among them were Colony Park station wagons. My heart still leaps when I spot one of these relics from a different era. The countless hours spent back in "the pit," the aromatic combination of dog urine and human vomit and memories of epic road trips will always be with me.
posted by Happy In Bag @ 8:56 AM
6 Comments:
At 10:22 AM,
kcmeesha said…
no one knows how kids survived without car seats and seat belts. against all odds...
At 10:31 AM,
Happy In Bag said…
Not only were seat belts unheard of "back in the day," Meesha, there were no open container laws. (Or if there were, they weren't enforced.) And almost everyone smoked. A different world, indeed.
At 3:55 PM,
WLIB said…
We had a long-assed Plymouth Fury station wagon. My favorite part was sitting in the way back with your feet sticking out the open widow.
Human vomit? You must have had some terrible drivers in your family. :)
At 5:05 PM,
Ruralgurl said…
And you'd roll down the rear window and inhale all those lovely exhaust fumes while madly waving like idiots at passing cars, just hoping someone would wave back?
At 5:26 PM,
Locker Partner said…
How'd you know, RG!
My cousin Doug once complained that he was going to throw up throughout a thirty-minute drive to his house. The moment we pulled into his driveway, he hurled everywhere. Ah, good times...
At 8:46 AM,
the unthinking lemming said…
My experience was in a Buick Estate Wagon. Complete with the slitted tin sun screen window inserts and the state of the art 8-track stereo system.
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