Driving With Daddy

Reflections of my childhood...

I usually had to ride in the back seat, between my two older brothers.  I couldn’t see anything because they were at the windows.  Of course dad was driving that old 1949 Pontiac.  It was our first car and I was so proud of it.  Not all our neighbors had a car moving from the late ‘40’s into the early ‘50’s.  Even though I was the youngest, I feel that I was the most proud of our car  and it showed as I scrubbed those white-walled tires each Saturday as we washed the car.  I had my own scrub brush and a bucket of warm soapy water.  It was my job to get those side walls as clean as possible.

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I somehow seemed... to be in the ‘wrong place at the wrong time

My brothers, Jim and Jack got to wash the top and sides of the car with sponges or old rags and would finish off with the water hose trying to spray each other with it as they washed the soap off the car.  I somehow seemed to also get drenched just because I happened to be in the ‘wrong place at the wrong time’; that’s the way my big brother Jim explained it to me.  He also said I was just a ‘victim of circumstance’, but I didn’t understand just what that meant.  Mom said I was so wet that I might as well take my weekly bath after I finished washing the tires and getting soaked as my brothers did ‘their thing’ with the water hose.

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The only time I didn’t have to sit in the back seat was when dad would say he needed me to help him drive.  That was when mom and Peggy and usually my two older brothers were not with us.  We didn’t get to do this as much as I would have liked to, but I felt that I learned a lot about driving that big old car even though my feet couldn’t even reach the pedals.  I would sit on dad’s lap and hold that big steering wheel with both hands.  I had to look through the steering wheel because I wasn’t tall enough to look over it just to see where we were going.  Dad would tell me to turn left or turn right just so that we wouldn’t get lost.  After all, driving was a full time job for a six year old and I couldn’t be expected to know my way to where all we were going and have to do the driving too. Just my dad and me and he would somehow always  find a way to end up at the ice cream store after those long trips and before driving us home. My dad helped out a lot on those car rides and I really felt I was steering that big old Pontiac not realizing he also had his hand on the wheel all the time…, just in case.

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Judicastro 6 years ago from birmingham, Alabama

Your hubs are getting better and better Samson! Love these memories of dad, mine is similar only I would ride in dads truck. Very special times my friend! Thanks!


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

thank you Judi, for your gracious remarks. I was looking forward to your reply...


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carolina muscle 6 years ago from Charlotte, North Carolina

haha.... it certainly was a simpler time alright.

a fun post!!


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dahoglund 6 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

Our cars were much the same vintage.The last car dad had was a late 1940's LaSalle, Oldsmobile before that.


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

*thanks caronia, always good to hear from you...

*and thank you dahoglund for your similar comments and faithfulness...


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fred allen 6 years ago from Myrtle Beach SC

All 3 of my kids have "helped me drive". I hope these are memories they will cherish as well. Everytime I read your hub it causes me to look back on my own life. You have a gift my friend! Up and beautiful!


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Dave Mathews 6 years ago from NORTH YORK,ONTARIO,CANADA

I was never allowed in the fron seat with dad as he drove, as it was distracting, and he needed to concentrate on driving. I always remember asking the same questions though, " Are we there yet? or Can we stop soon I have to pee?

Dave.


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cbris52 6 years ago

ahhh simpler times... I remember my Dad teaching me how to ride my bike...he never let me quit..


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

*thanks fred, always enjoy your nice replies...

*and thank you Bro Dave, I believe the questions we have as youth are somewhat universal...

Blessings my friends...


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

Hi cbris52, and welcome to my circle of friends, look around for a while and thanks for the comments...


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cristina327 6 years ago from Manila

Great hub. Truly you have great childhood memories about your dad.Your dad is a great man, his legacy is indeed a treasure. I also cannot forget my chidhood memories with my father. Thank you for sharing your colorful childhood days. Blessings to you.


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

Hi cristina327, and thanks for your gracious comments.

Blessings to you...


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fred allen 6 years ago from Myrtle Beach SC

I always support my friends. Thank you for supporting me!


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

your quite welcome, my brother...


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Angela Harris 6 years ago from Around the USA

Wow. This really brought back some happy childhood memories. Thanks! I, too, used to 'drive' the car in my stepdad's lap.


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

your also welcome Angela, and thanks for sharing your reminisce...


johnnynaakea 6 years ago

Great story Samson1! I love to hear about life.


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

OMG this brought back great memories of riding in my dad's first car, looked just like the one you posted here. All five kids squeezed in to the back seat, no seat belts back then and away we went on mysterious trips. I know on occasion dad had to pull over in order for one of us to open the door and puke from car sickness at that tender age but it was all worth it. We got to be together as a family and go exploring.

Love the hub, I rate it up for sure..great memories.


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

*thanks Johnny for your nice comment...

*and thank you saddlerider1 and welcome to my circle of friends. I reminisce a lot in my hubs as you see here and it tends to make life all the more enjoyable.

Oh yes, thanks for the ratings...


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heart4theword 6 years ago from hub

I remember those days:) Where the kids hop back and forth over the bench seat! There were seat belts if I remember correctly...yet we never used them. Maybe the roads were safer with less vehicles, and better drivers:) Memorable Hub!


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

thanks heart4theword, for sharing your reminisce. I remember before the seat belts-- I guess I just told my age, but that's ok, I'm 67...


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Pamela99 6 years ago from United States

Samson, I remember driving with my father. Great hub, simpler times and good memories.


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

thank you Pamela for your kindness, hey - no one can take away our fond remembrances...


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DeBorrah K. Ogans 6 years ago

Samsons, Great memory refreshing hub! Thank you for sharing such lovely precious memories! In HIS Love, Joy, Peace & Blessings!


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

thanks Deborrah for your kindness and encouraging comments.

blessings...


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Pollyannalana 6 years ago from US

This sounds somewhat like the story I have here still I think, my dad teaching me to drive...or trying to! I felt like a bug squished against the door with my arms getting jerked all around. Ah, but the memories. Thanks for sharing yours.


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samsons1 6 years ago from Tennessee Author

and thank you for your nice comments...

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