Karen Anne... Go Pick Up Your Grandmother...

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Real Estate Agent with New Home Hunters of Fort Worth and Tarrant County

When I was in the third grade, the dear Ursuline Sisters at St Jerome's School in Cleveland decided it was "in my best interest" to skip me over the fourth grade, and right into the fifth grade.  So, there I was... already shy, and now I was both shy and a year younger than everyone else.

From then on, I always felt sort of "odd."  At least, I wasn't the only one.  The dear Sisters also skipped my friend Ann Marie Zeitz straight from the third grade to the fifth grade.  They said that Ann Marie and I always finished first in everything.  They said we weren't "challenged..." and that we would both benefit from a more difficult curriculum.

Ann Marie and I just hated it.  We had gone from being at the top of the heap... and feeling enough like oddballs... to being the youngest two girls in the class, and of course the smallest... and feeling even more like oddballs.

Now we fast-forward to my Senior year in high school.  I had turned sixteen the previous February, in my Junior year.  All my friends had been driving for a year or more, and there I was... always being driven wherever... by my mother. 

Oh, the shame of it all.  I just could not wait to turn sixteen and get my driver's license... my "ticket..."  at least in my own mind... my ticket to catching up to the rest of my classmates. 

I was then told that I had to wait until the next September... the beginning of my senior year... before I could get into "driver's ed" class... a prerequisite for taking my license test.

I was very nervous during my first driver's ed class.  First driving too slow, then really stepping on the brakes... and jolting everyone in the car all over the place.  One day while driving, with my driver's ed teacher sitting right next to me, I was stopped at a light, waiting for it to turn green.  I kind of relaxed, and my foot eased off the brake pedal, and I actually HIT a Cleveland Metro Transit BUS stopped in front of me. (Actually, I just barely "nudged" it.)  No damage, luckily, but yikes did the word about that ever get around the school quickly.

Finally, driver's ed was over, I took my test, and passed it.  I was so excited.  I couldn't wait to get home and tell my Dad that I passed my test... and that my license would be mailed in a week. 

My license finally came.  I was so excited... until my Father told me I could not drive until my Father's insurance company "put me on the insurance policy.  It was late October at the time.  So... I started waiting... patiently at first... then not so patiently as time wore on.  I'd come home from school, pester my Mom... have you heard from Dad ?  Am I on the insurance policy yet?  When Dad came home, I would always run up to him... Dad, Dad... any word yet ?  No, Karen... nothing yet. 

Thanksgiving passed, and into December we went.  I waited, and waited... and... nothing.  Dad said they lost the application at first, then he said they had my license number wrong... they transposed two of the numbers.  It was always something.  I began to really get suspicious. 

Finally, Christmas Day rolled around.  There we were... at home early Christmas afternoon.  All of a sudden, my Dad called to me.  My Mom had been harping at him to drive over to my Grandmother's house and bring her back for Christmas Dinner.  Dad was in a trance... he was watching some goofy football game... and kept ignoring my mother.  Finally, she yelled at him again.  "Al... Go Get Your MOTHER !" 

It was then that my Dad looked at me.  A little sheepishly at first, and then with a devilish grin.  Then he said... "Karen, here's the car keys... Go Pick Up Your Grandmother !"

Dad, I'd like to, but you keep telling me I can't... until the insurance letter comes.  He started laughing... slowly at first... then uncontrollably... like he had just been told a really funny joke.  He said... "oh, I forgot to tell you... the insurance letter finally came yesterday."  "Here's the keys... Karen Anne... Go Pick Up Your Grandmother." 

I was so thrilled that I was finally legal.  I just couldn't believe it.  I took the keys, and there I was... all by myself... driving my Mom's 1957 Ford Fairlane 500.  Was I cool, or what ?  Grandma was surprised, Christmas dinner was great, and I could finally drive.

It wasn't until my Dad died, and we kids were going through his things... making sure we kept certain little treasures to remind of us things we did with Dad... that I actually saw that insurance letter.  Dad had it wrapped up with a rubber band with a bunch of birthday cards and Father's Day cards I had given him through the years. 

There it was... the letter from the insurance company... dated one week after I passed my test.  He had had the letter for two whole months before told me about it.  I tried to be angry, but all I could do was laugh.  That was just like my Dad.  I guess if it wasn't for him watching that doggone football game... and being yelled at to pick up my Grandmother... I would have had to wait until after High School Graduation... to finally get behind the wheel.   Whew !

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You may visit Karen Anne's website at www.NewHomeHUntersOfTarrantCounty.com .  She may be reached at (817) 929-3400.  Her email address is KarenAnneStone@gmail.com .

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Missy Caulk
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Great story, Karen Anne, getting your license is such a milestone, most kids can't wait. My 4th son, was 17, I kept telling him to call the driving school, set it up, he kept forgetting.....and I wasn't going to do it for him. He finally did, it was a snowy night and his first solo from our home. We asked him to take Allyssa to dance class, "Be careful, going down the hill". There is a light pole that many people slide into with black ice. Well, you know the rest of the story, 2 minutes out the door, Andrew slid into the light pole. Wish he'd waited until he was 18!
Nov 03, 2007 11:53 PM #6
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Karen Anne - I love this story!  This is just another piece of your family history to put in my memory bank about YOU!!  How sweet that your Dad just wasn't willing to let his little girl grow up...until he was ready!  I really love that he saved the letter...and that you found it all those years later.  THAT is a story to cherish forever.  Thank you for sharing!!  :-)
Nov 04, 2007 12:12 AM #7
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awesome story - sounds like something my dad would do as well :) Hope you have recovered Karen - thanks for sharing.

Sincerely,

Grace Safrin

Nov 04, 2007 10:52 AM #8
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I also turned 16 in the second half of my Junior year.  I was put in first grade early.  I know just how you felt.  It stunk.  But just think, our classmates reach those "certain ages" a year before we do!
Nov 04, 2007 02:35 PM #9
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'Enjoyed your story, Karen Anne!  It sounds like something my dad would have done, if only he'd thought of it!  lol.

Nov 04, 2007 03:01 PM #10
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Hi Adele:  You may think my Father was a riot, but I sure didn't at the time.  I was so frustrated waiting all that time.  I wonder how long I would have waited if I didn't have to go get my Grandmother ??
Nov 04, 2007 04:03 PM #11
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Hi Missy:  I guess picking up my Grandmother was a whole lot more fun for me than sliding on the ice into a light pole was for Andrew.  Did you ever let him forget that night ? I'll bet Andrew wished he had waited until he was 18, too. <g>  Thanks for sharing...
Nov 04, 2007 04:06 PM #12
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Karen Anne Stone
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Hi Susie:  You know, Susie, I honestly never thought about it that way.  Now that you mention it, maybe that was his was of wanting me to stay as I was... and not grow up.  How insightful.  Funny how we sometimes miss what is right in front of us.  Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Nov 04, 2007 04:09 PM #13
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Karen Anne - Go Cowboys indeed.  I was happy to watch them blow out the Eagles tonight 38-17.  Yes!
Nov 04, 2007 04:09 PM #14
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Hi Grace:  Yes, aren't Dads something ?  I have come to look at him in a whole different way from the way I saw him then.  And... still not "recovered."  My voice is still not fully back... mebbe halfway.  But sleeping is back.  Today I sat down in the recliner for "just a few miutes"... and woke up four hours later.  I guess that's our body's way of making sure it has time to recover.  Thanks for asking...
Nov 04, 2007 04:12 PM #15
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Hi Elaine:  Nice to see you !  So you felt that way too... and yes, it stunk.  Scarred for life !  Sometimes I really felt that way.  I was never really able to make good friends with all those "older" kids in my classes.  They all had common history.  I was always trying to hang with my classmates a year behind me.  It kind of reminds me of the words from that song... "Jokers to the left of me, clowns to the right... here I am... stuck in the middle..."

Nov 04, 2007 04:16 PM #16
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Karen Anne Stone
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Hi Margaret:  Consider yourself lucky Margaret.  I sure didn't enjoy it at the time.  I have more stories about my Dad... perhaps another time.  I am glad you enjoyed it, Margaret.  By the way, is Susan any closer to wanting to make her move yet ?  Thanks for sharing...
Nov 04, 2007 04:19 PM #17
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Karen Anne Stone
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Hi Jason:  Yes Jason, Da Boys won.  (reaching out and patting Jason on the head... gently of course).  Tony was "on."  T.O. had fun, and wasn't Jason Witten just too cool !  I guess that's what they get for "tugging on Superman's cape."  Am I remembering those words correctly ?  Thanks for stopping by again... . Hope all are well.  :) 
Nov 04, 2007 04:23 PM #18
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Jason Witten absolutely rocked with that no-helmet play.  I have never seen anyone run 25 yards in the NFL sans helmet.  He has been my hero for a couple of years now, but tonight was awesome.  I played tight end in high school, by the way.
Nov 04, 2007 04:27 PM #19
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Karen Anne Stone
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Hi Jason:  Why am I not surprised.  I can just picture you going "over the middle" catching pass after pass.  I bet the girls just fell all over you.  <g>  Buy, you're a big guy.  I'll bet you valiantly fought them off... until you just had to give in. <g>
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Hi Karen,
Funny story.  My bet is Dad just was not ready to see his little girl driving yet.  Daddy's are very protective of their little girls.

 

Nov 05, 2007 01:37 AM #21
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Hi Cynthia:  The more I read the comments on my post, the more I am wondering if that was the real reason for what he did.  There were times that he also had a rather strange sense of humor, too.  Thanks for visiting, and thanks for your comment.
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Karen, I think your Dad was trying to postpone the inevitable as long as he could! Thank goodness for football!

Ginger 

Jan 31, 2008 03:04 PM #23
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Ginger:  Of course... he just wanted to keep his little sweetie (me) to himself as long as he could.  Either that... or he found out about my hitting a bus while in driver training class in high school... and wanted me off the streets... LOL.  Thank you... football game !  Take care... Ginger.  Pretty efficient of me, huh ?  It only took me fifteen months to answer this comment.  Well... some things take time.  :)

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It sounds to me like your dad was trying to keep his little girl HIS LITTLE GIRL for as long as he could! :)

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