1976 Chevrolet Caprice Classic station wagon
Photo courtesy owner Jim Rives...
Oh the memories...A big thanks goes out to poet Brian Heffron for this inspiring pic, who passed it along from the photographer to Google, to Facebook, to me, to you! TO ENJOY!
Drive-in movies. . . ; pack 'um in!
Mom and dad were kissing if they backed her in!
Jammies on and pillows donned our station wagon, then . . .
Now the ole' jalopy, drives, nonstop, in moving memories of when!
When, off to church, the two, steering their separate ways . . .
Dad being Catholic, with the drive to see us pray!
Back and forth, to C.C.D. . . .
My Catechism blues . . . "Get back in that house, Missy, that dress is way too short! "
Uniforms and assigned seating . . . yup . . . the little ones in back!
Off to Dorney Park, the zoo. . . Sunday drives around the block, and back!
I miss our wagon . . . her wood paneling and all!
I remember once my brother drove her. . . tore up our neighbor’s lawn!
And I remember every dent!
I know, I know . . . Mom wasn't a very good manuever-er when it was moving. . . She was Protestant!
It was in the mid-1960s when we packed our four kids, popcorn and punch in our Ford station wagon and took off even before dark to one of the local drive-in movie theatres. (All but one are gone now.)
It was a wonderful time that got even better after the two youngest ones dozed off for the evening and the chatting died down.
Next I suppose you'll be bringing us tales about The Lone Ranger!
Thank you for this posting, Kimmy. You make me smile.
Richard
OK Missy with the skirt too short, figure this, back from WWII, a second hand 1941 Oldsmobile station wagon (the one with the exterior wooden panels that was called then The Land Yacht) and a growing German shepherd puppy dog that eventually would take all the back section!
Great times those...
I protest... that dent! Station wagons seem to be more versatile than SUVs. After my hands/arms were paralyzed, Dad made me have my date drive our 57 Buick wagon. After the submarine races, she drove into the speaker post--big dent. I drove her home.
Kimmy,
What lovely touch...and memories...and that wicked clincher at the end...there used to be a list of the various religious attitudes doing the rounds and I do remember a few: Zen - what is the sound of s..t happening?; Judaism - why does s..t always happen to us? and Protestantism - let s..t happen to someone else...
Another goodun KVK!
Protestants are prone to severe mood swings. I was brought up Pentecostal and also nurtured in the Evangelical Free Church. The Pentecostals taught me how to dance and speak in tongues and the Free Church - well - all I remember is Missy in the choir. She was stacked and six years older than me. We used to make out across the street from the church.
Now that was a LaBumba vehicle. An imitation woody that was as heavy as all get out. Rock the Casbah ...
richard
Oh my, what a land yacht...my dad had a Ford wagon that size & we did the same kinds of things, though my MOM didn't drive very much, fortunately...;-) ed
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It was in the mid-1960s when we packed our four kids, popcorn and punch in our Ford station wagon and took off even before dark to one of the local drive-in movie theatres. (All but one are gone now.)
It was a wonderful time that got even better after the two youngest ones dozed off for the evening and the chatting died down.
Next I suppose you'll be bringing us tales about The Lone Ranger!
Thank you for this posting, Kimmy. You make me smile.
Richard
So there was such a thing as a drive in movie.
Great times those...
Georg
Ron
What lovely touch...and memories...and that wicked clincher at the end...there used to be a list of the various religious attitudes doing the rounds and I do remember a few: Zen - what is the sound of s..t happening?; Judaism - why does s..t always happen to us? and Protestantism - let s..t happen to someone else...
You made my day!
John
Protestants are prone to severe mood swings. I was brought up Pentecostal and also nurtured in the Evangelical Free Church. The Pentecostals taught me how to dance and speak in tongues and the Free Church - well - all I remember is Missy in the choir. She was stacked and six years older than me. We used to make out across the street from the church.
Now that was a LaBumba vehicle. An imitation woody that was as heavy as all get out. Rock the Casbah ...
richard
How cute and it does make you long for the good ol' days. And yes, being a Catholic at that time was a bit of pain (Been there, done that)
Mary
Enjoyed.
Gina
Thanks for the memories!
:)
John