Thursday, May 26, 2016 - Today is Thursday, isn't it? My time flies quickly!
This pair of Texaco Fire Chief Gasoline Gas Pumps got me all pumped up, doing a flashback dance in my head. I was sitting in the back seat of my daddy's 1956 Packard, the one with the rope behind the front seats, looking out the car window at those Fireman hats, thinking about how shiny red they were but the smell of gas made me hold my nose. I was very young at the time and as the years went by, my dad talked a lot about that Maltese Gray Packard he owned. He liked it, but boy was he mad because the car gave him nothing but trouble.
My dad was the only driver in the family and he hauled my grandma, aunts and uncles around town too because they didn't own an automobile. He was really proud of that car. I thought the color of his eyes matched the color of the car just perfectly! His eyes were gray, a lighter shade of gray - I never did see another human being with color eyes like his. Everyone else in the entire family, both sides, had blue eyes, except my dad.
Because he was the only driver, my dad enjoyed taking us out for a Sunday drive. We drove miles and miles just to look and see things we normally wouldn't see in our neighborhood. Those road trips gave me reason to dream big dreams and think about all the places I'd like to go. I loved Saturday afternoons too because that was the day my daddy washed and polished his car by hand. He wouldn't dream of taking us out for a Sunday drive if the car wasn't spanking clean and shiny too! Ah! those were the days!!!
©Patricia Feager 5/26/2016
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