Bessie: An Answer to Jackie’s Winter Memories Challenge


I was honored to participate in Jackie Lynnley’s fun challenge to write about winter memories. You can read her official challenge by following this link.

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Somewhat similar in design.  'Bessie' was solid black.
Somewhat similar in design. 'Bessie' was solid black. | Source

“The Lord protects drunkards and fools.” We’ve all heard that beautiful adage, haven't we? Personally, I can’t attest to its accuracy but I suspect that He does take pity on us once in a while. At least, that’s what I learned from some of the experiences of my youth. One such incident occurred during the winter of my 17th year.

I was a senior in high school, and had been saving money from babysitting and other odd jobs to buy my first car. That winter, Dad offered to chip in, financially, as long as he had a say in the make and model.

I soon learned that parents could be a little cagey when it came to their teenage daughter’s first car and “having a say.” It was important to listen to the fine print when negotiating. You see, I had my heart set on a used, perky little Toyota Corolla with a sexy floor shift. That heart sank like a stone when I returned home from school one afternoon to find an ancient, black Rambler sedan sitting in the driveway.

The best way to describe the car’s clunky design is that it looked as though someone had taken a buzz saw and sliced the back off of an aged hearse. Did I mention old? Think Jurassic. Aside from the funeral-black exterior, it had a push-button transmission and thick, heavy doors. My folks were adamant about me not driving a "tinny compact model" where one could repair a large dent in the body with a plunger.

I was torn between my disappointment over not having a say in the purchase and my gratitude to Dad for buying the car. “Save your money," he said. Despite the usual generation gaps (canyons, actually), I adored my folks and didn’t want to hurt their feelings.

Of course, my father loved the Rambler. “That is a classic,” he remarked, proudly.

“Uh huh...what’s a classic, Dad?” I asked, fairly certain the words, “ugly relic,” would apply to any car in that category. Mum quickly reminded me that the Rambler’s most important quality was its dependability – one of her favorite words. I had my own priorities such as making sure the FM radio and speakers worked. As long as the thing moved, I figured I’d be okay with it. After all, my favorite word at the time was independence.

The push-button trans proved somewhat challenging at first. We lived atop the eastern ridge of the Kittatinny Mountains in Hunterdon County, New Jersey. (I’d learned to drive using a stick shift…especially helpful on those snaking, narrow roads.) The day after her arrival, I left Bessie -- my nickname for the old crate – “parked” at the top of the drive next to the house. The s-shaped driveway was positioned on a slight grade. While our backs were turned, Bessie rambled down the drive and across the grass before becoming mired in the thick brush bordering the lawn. Fortunately, she had the grace to miss Dad’s large gas tank by about a foot. One of Mum’s large forsythia bushes flanking the container wasn't as lucky.

The towing company arrived and pulled the Rambler from the brush, unharmed. After a stern lecture on the use of the neutral vs. park buttons, my parents instructed me to keep the car on a level parking space at the north side of the house where I would cause the least amount of damage. An elevated rock garden abutted the space, thus discouraging Bessie from any further excursions.

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My friends were pretty cool about the car, aside from a few teasers such as “The Black Box,” and “Granny does NASCAR.” But the occasional smirks, stifled grins or looks of sympathy from onlookers when I paused at a traffic light or stop sign were a little annoying. That’s not to say I wasn’t afforded some comeuppance whenever it snowed. I tried not to smile as the sleek, more contemporary models stalled or fish-tailed about like bumper cars at a carnival. Bessie always chugged up and down those icy roads without so much as a hiccup. She was 'The Little Rambler that Could.'

One Saturday afternoon my friend, Danny, invited me to his house. I hadn’t driven there before and followed his directions which led me up a steep mountain road. By dinner time, it was dark and had begun to snow. As I prepared to leave, Danny insisted I wait until his father returned later that evening so they could follow me until I safely reached the main road. (Danny’s car was on blocks in the garage.)

I declined, foolishly thinking I could drive anywhere in the snow due to my vast experience. Smug as a Cheshire cat, I slid into my black box, punched the gear into low and began to inch my way down the mountainside road. Before long, I began to feel the effects of snow hypnosis and endless pitch-dark. Suddenly, I felt my body list to the right as Bessie -- in a surreal movement of slow motion -- tilted to a stop, then stalled. With instincts grabbing hold, I quickly turned off the ignition. Because of the odd angle of the car, I had to lie on my back and push the weighty door open with my feet before stumbling into the snow-stinging night air. It took several clumsy steps upward to reach the road. Luckily, I could still see the lights from the house. I walked back to the dwelling where Danny greeted me with concern, hot coffee, a warm blanket and a phone.

A half-hour passed before a tow truck arrived, once again, to rescue the car that had rescued me. Danny and I watched as the operator pulled the Rambler from its awkward resting place.

“You are one lucky young lady,” the driver said, grimly. “If you had to go off the road, this was the perfect spot.”

He was right. I didn't realize it at the time due to the darkness, but I had wandered onto a slim shoulder situated at a lower level to the road. Beyond the shoulder were a small thicket and a bowed tree at the edge of a craggy drop into a ravine. Amazingly, the Rambler had barely a scratch and started up immediately, her engine purring a deep throaty sound.

Danny let out a low whistle of admiration. “Wow…they sure don’t make ‘em like that anymore.”

“I know,” I replied, smiling fondly at Bessie. “She’s a classic.”


A drive in winter...


Bessie was to carry me over many roads that winter of my 17th year…it was a time of self-discovery, of exploration and independence, and gratitude for my parents whose love and understanding helped to make that journey possible.


The edge of seventeen...


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Story written and copyrighted by Genna Eastman (Genna East) 2014. All rights reserved. Videos: “Aniron” was composed and performed by Enya. Lyrics by Roma Ryan; video created by Starfishrider of YouTube. “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac; video created by J Colunga of YouTube.


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Nell Rose 23 months ago from England

Hi Genna, phew! hairy stuff there! I would have been terrified if my car had slid like that, but yes those classics are the best, in fact I love your car! want to pass it my way? great memories!


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billybuc 23 months ago from Olympia, WA

What a great story. Your dad was right, or course. I'd love to own that car today. Great memories...took me back to similar times for me. Thank you for sharing this with us all. This was a "classic."


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marcoujor 23 months ago from Jeffersonville PA

A classic story accompanied by a classic Stevie Nicks song- love the nostalgia, memories and tenderness that you have woven into this beautiful tale, dear Genna.

Voted UP and UABI and sharing. Love and hugs, Maria


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Jodah 23 months ago from Queensland Australia

Wonderful story Genna. Often real life is more interesting than fiction. Good old Bessie just kept on going. Also brought back similar memories for me about my first car a "Hillman Hunter", not pretty, but reliable.


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Faith Reaper 23 months ago from southern USA

Truly wonderful winter memory you have shared here, dear Genna! Bessie proved dependable and you did well at that young age. So glad you were safe. I love those old classic cars, and they certainly do not make them like that anymore. Beautifully written as always.

Up ++++ tweeting, pinning, G+ and sharing

(((Hugs))) and many blessings into the New Year and always


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Jackie Lynnley 23 months ago from The Beautiful South

Great winter memory Genna. I am so short I probably couldn't see out of one of those things! Bet you wish now you still had it though; huh? Pretty penny there! Voted up; sharing and will get you to the top of the list!


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mckbirdbks 23 months ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

Hello Genna - Thank God for Ramblers. And believe me, I have never said that before being a former Rambler owner. You have retold the story with charm, warmth, and grace. Your Dad knew what he was doing and we are thankful to be sitting here listening to you relay the wintery tale.


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WillStarr 23 months ago from Phoenix, Arizona

A strange phenomenon back in those days was that the most desirable girls drove cars that no guy would be caught dead driving, like the pink Rambler Gladys Goodbody drove around town.

Really delightful reading, Genna! Here's a video for you:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enqNl7tdLR4


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Frank Atanacio 23 months ago from Shelton

must have been traumatic for a teenager first.. and it's a beautiful I love it if that's the car in the pic.. and sometimes parents know best. My first car was a Delta 88.. the front part of the car would reach my driveway then ten minutes later.. the back part... I loved that car.. so many little accidents and it came out of it with only scartches.. they don't make cars like that anymore LOL thanks for the share :)


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tobusiness 23 months ago from Bedfordshire, U.K

A thoroughly good read, I'm so glad this story ended well. The young don't think safety and practicality, bless those parents who goes the extra mile. Old Bessie, and your guardian angel saved the day. This is a wonderful winter memory beautifully told. A Happy New Year to you.


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Eiddwen 23 months ago from Wales

A great read Genna. Brilliant !!!!

Eddy.


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Phyllis Doyle 23 months ago from High desert of Nevada.

I enjoyed reading about your first car, Genna. You really described well the emotions you went through with ol' Bessie, ending up with pride in her. This is a great memory to add to the challenge collection.


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always exploring 23 months ago from Southern Illinois

This was such a delightful story to read. I especially liked, ' Think Jurassic and The little Rambler that could. ' Bessie turned out to be classic. Ha..Thank's for sharing a fun memory...Tweeted.


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@Nell Rose

Hi Nell. Actually, I wasn’t aware of where the car slid until later because it was so dark. At the time, I was 17 and thought, oh well, just one of those things. Of course, now I look back and shake my head over how dumb I was, and how very lucky. The trans in Bessie eventually went south, so to speak, by the time I was in college and Dad sold her. But I sure wish I had her now. It’s always good to see you, Nell. Happy New Year!

@Billybuc

I’d love to own her, too! Priorities at 17 change when we grow older. Lol. With all the craziness, those were great times. I still savor many of those memories. Thanks for the “classic” comment.

@Marcoujor

Hi Maria

Stevie was one of my idols. I tried to pick music that echoed what we felt when we were that age, or how we danced to the beat of a different drummer in our teen years. Thanks so much for that special comment, Maria. Hugs and love, and Happy New Year!

@Jodah

Thank you, John. I see you have challenge as well…I’ll be over to visit soon. I love real-life stories. I think it’s liberating in a way to talk about our mistakes, what happened in a certain situations, how we felt. I often look back to my youth and laugh…amazed that I survived it. I’ll have to Google Hillman Hunter…I’m embarrassed to say I’ve never of it. It may not have been pretty, but I suspect you have fond memories of those days and that car. Good to see you as always.


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@FaithReaper

Hi Theresa. They certainly don’t make them like that anymore. I remember how incredibly sturdy Bessie was. My parents were smart in making sure I had a car I couldn’t drive very fast, or take turns quickly, either. They knew what they were doing. I appreciate your wonderful comment…it brought a big smile. Hugs and blessings to you for the New Year as well. :-)

@JackieLynnley

Jackie, I am so grateful for your challenge. I truly enjoyed writing this short story. The gods at HP gave it very low rating, but I don’t care. It was such fun! Thank you, and thanks for the vote and share. :-)

@Mckbirdbks

Hi Mike. I would never have said anything positive about Ramblers before the winter of my 17th year. I had my heart set on “four on the floor,” and something definitely “cooler.” My folks did know what they are doing. Thank goodness! It's always a pleasure to see you, and I always appreciate your thoughtful comments. Thank you, Mike.


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Nell Rose 23 months ago from England

Happy New Year Genna!


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@WillStarr

Hi Will. What a great link. I think I’ll include it with the hub. I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that song before. What you mentioned about the girls driving those cars – seriously? That is so odd. My boyfriend and I had an argument the night before I went to Danny’s; it focused on my “new-found independence.” Here’s the thing…he said something similar during the argument, and I thought he was trying to play with my head. Lol. Thanks for the comment.

@Frank Atanacio

Hello Frank. “…the front part of the car would reach my driveway then ten minutes later.. the back part..” Lol. Hysterically funny. And I know what you mean. We used to call them “banana boats.” There’s no denying that Bessie was ugly (they should have had a new name for ugly). But I grew to love her, and appreciate her. Thank you for that great comment.

@ToBusiness

Hi Jo. Yes, Old Bessie was my guardian angel. I was focused on appearances rather than substance. But we learn. :-) I liked your perceptive comment. The best of everything to you and your family in the coming New Year.

@Eidwedden

What a generous comment, Eddy, thank you. I appreciate your encouragement.

@Phyllis Doyle

You summed it up perfectly, Phyllis, regarding how my feelings toward Bessie changed. My folks were very wise. I enjoyed your visit. :-)

@AlwaysExploring

Thank you, Ruby. I had fun writing this hub…it brought back memories I still cherish. Hugs and good wishes for the New Year, my friend.


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Pamela99 23 months ago from United States

That car would be worth a lot of cash today! I love your story and our dads were right so often, but I didn't think so in my youth either. It takes some maturity to look back and see the humor and appreciate the various events that happened in our youth. Very good story! Have a marvelous New Year!


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bravewarrior 23 months ago from Central Florida

Genna, for more reasons than one I'm glad your dad bought you the Rambler. I love old cars. They have so much more character and style. Bessie sure took good care of you - even when she ran off the road. How would you have fared that drop in a Toyota Corolla? Not very well, me thinks.....

Great story, Genna. You told it well.


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dahoglund 23 months ago from Wisconsin Rapids

I may be closer to your fathers age but I liked Ramblers. And Studebakers. The smaller car companies tended to be more innovative in trying new things, such as the push button shift. I don't recall the various models but we had some that were better than other cars for traction on ice and snow. Most of us in the northern states can appreciate your adventures with your first car. up and sharing.


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@Nell Rose

Thank you, Nell! And to you and yours as well. :-)


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@Pamela99

Happy New Year, Pam! I loved your comment…you described this retrospective so well, including the humor I was trying to impart when looking back on those days, and “learning the hard way.” Thank you! :-)

@Bravewarrior

Hi there. Thankfully, it wasn’t a big drop, but the size and sturdiness of Bessie made the “tilt” on the lower shoulder far more safe. The fact that she stalled at that moment was amazing…timing is everything. Thanks so much for that lovely comment.

@Dahoglund

Ahhh…another Rambler lover. :-) Mike (Mckbirdbks) also appreciated them. I can understand as I certainly acquired a love for the older Bessie version. The push-button trans on Bessie was the biggest challenge to learn…the brake versus neutral buttons, for example. I was used to a stick shift while learning to drive. Bessie was heavy and boxy, and had wonderful traction in the snow. But I always drove up and down steep or graded roads in low gear, in winter, which I think she appreciated. :-) I enjoyed your comments, and am grateful for the vote and sharing.


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MartieCoetser 23 months ago from South Africa

Wow, what a reliable car you have had, Genna. But I know the feeling, getting an 'old' car. My first car was a pale grey Wolseley 1100 - a pass-over from my father. It was quite out of fashion while I drove it for 8 years. But it took me where I wanted to be, and it was able to do many miles on only the fumes of gas.

The drive in the snow with Enya was totally fascinating. Down here in the most southern tip of Africa I have experienced a drive on a road partially covered with snow only on the highest peaks of the Maluti Mountains in Lesotho, and that was quite scary. Mmm, let me not forget the snow we have had in Bloemfontein in 1963, or was it 1964? Snow seldom if ever falls in my neck of woods, and if it does, perhaps once in a decade, it hardly covers the ground.

Awesome story, Genna!


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PegCole17 23 months ago from Dallas, Texas

Oh Genna, I love this story for so many reasons. Your tongue in cheek humor and quiet self deprecation is so comfortable and fun to read. Your close call with danger and driving in the snow was well told in exciting detail.

I also had a whale of a clunker car at that impressionable age. Earlier, our family car was a 1959 Rambler (station wagon) with a push button transmission that Mom tended to push through the dash. Clunk goes the button.

Your choice of Stevie Nicks, "Edge of Seventeen" was totally apropos and a song I love dearly. Wonderful memories. I'm groovin' to the music now.


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annart 23 months ago from SW England

Great story, Genna. I love old cars too. I had my first car when I was 18 and I was so proud. It took me all over England and allowed me to travel from Coventry to Sheffield to see my boyfriend, as well as getting home to Brighton at other weekends - such independence which I valued more than I can describe. I've enjoyed driving ever since and many cars of mine could tell many stories!

Thanks for sharing this, I really enjoyed the read.

Ann


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@MartieCoetser

Hi Martie… Your Wolseley sounds like it was another classic. I’m pleased you enjoyed the winter drive. South Africa doesn’t get the snow, but I’ve learned through your wonderful series that it has many fascinating, breathtaking qualities. Thanks so much for the visit…I enjoyed your comments. Happy New Year!

@PegCole17

Hi Peg. What a nice comment! Many others who have commented share our experiences with that “whale of a clunker.” (I loved that description.) And you had an old Rambler, too! Ohhhh…the relic push button trans…I remember it well. It was really weird and tricky, and I so wanted a four-on-the-floor. Stevie was one of my idols. :-) Your visit has been a pleasure – thank you.

@Annart

I agree, Ann, about that independence. It was such a joyous feeling to be able to drive ourselves where we wanted and needed to go…even wandering was wonderful. I loved to take long, aimless drives on our country roads. Your drives from Coventry to Sheffield must have been great fun. It’s good to see you, and I appreciate the comment.


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FlourishAnyway 23 months ago from USA

Happy New Year! This really brings back the memories. The car that I first drove was a big tank. A few dings here and there didn't hurt it much, and it meant so much more than transportation for me. Good hub, Genna!


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MelRootsNWrites 23 months ago from California

I loved this story! You reminded me of my Dad and his cars. He loved cars and was always acquiring some old model from someone for $50. We gave them nicknames like the Snail Wagon and the Salamander. So embarrassed to be seen driving around in them. LOL


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@FlourishAnyway

Many of us had those clunkers or tanks for our first car. But independence was so important..we soon grew to love them and rely on them. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Happy New Year!

@MelRootsNWrites

I was embarrassed at first, too. But that passed. Thanks so much for the visit...it's' a pleasure to see you.


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cat on a soapbox 23 months ago from Los Angeles

Hi Genna. I loved this story! Most of us can relate to the embarrassment that comes from parental decisions which, in hindsight, were full of wisdom. Your account of those dark and icy roads had me cringing- glad I've never had to drive in those conditions! Wishing you a bright 2015,

Cat:)


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Nadine May 23 months ago from Cape Town, Western Cape, South Africa

What a great story and wow what a lucky girl to have had a dad that bought you a CAR!


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AudreyHowitt 23 months ago from California

What a great story Genna! Why is it that we have such strong memories of cars?


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Elsie Hagley 23 months ago from New Zealand

Enjoyed your short story, you were very lucky to have parents that brought you a car when you were seventeen, I can tell by the way you wrote it that in the end you did like the choice of vehicle your parents brought.

You were very lucky at the end, that you lived to tell us the story.

All the best in 2015, looking forward to reading more of your writing.


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Genna East 23 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Hello everyone. My apologies for not responding sooner, but this past week has been crazy busy.

@CatonaSoapbox

Hi Cat. You stated it perfectly about parental decisions. Thank you for those words of wisdom. Happy 2015!

@NadineMay

The car was inexpensive, but I was certainly lucky in the wisdom they used in picking that particular make and model. I appreciate your visit and comment.

@AudreyHowitt

Hi Audrey. I know what you mean. I think it’s because there are memories intertwined with those roads and miles we travel in our first “heap” which becomes more endearing to us as time passes. Thank you for that nice comment.

@ElsieHagley

Hello, Elsie, and welcome. Thank you for the visit and comments. Best wishes for a Happy New Year. :-)


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The Examiner-1 22 months ago

What a wonderful story Genna. I am sorry for your mishaps but I am glad that you and your car came out okay. Like you said at the end though, "they do not make them like that anymore."

I remember when I grew up how much I wanted a '55-'57 Chevy as a first car. It did not happen though. They were too much and my first was a '65 Chevy.

I voted it up, shared it and Tweeted it.

Kevin


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tillsontitan 22 months ago from New York

I think Peg said it best Genna. This was just such a fun read because of your talent for writing it!

What a great car as you came to find out. We always think we know so much when we're 17 but then....

Of course your choice of songs fit your subject to a "t".

Voted up, awesome, beautiful, and interesting.


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dahoglund 22 months ago from Wisconsin Rapids

We have probably all had such experiences of close situations. My so when he was about that age nearly went down a ravine like you describe. He had an old Mustang that had seen better days. My daughter was driving an AMC Eagle with all wheel drive that was the family car at the time. Something snapped in the axle (according to the insurance company investigation) and the car completely rolled over. She was shaken up but not seriously hurt. Despite her experience I still think AMC cars were good.


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Mr. Smith 22 months ago from California

This is a pleasant read. Very well done. Few of my winter memories include cars; but if they did, I'm sure they would have been old cars.


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Genna East 22 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@TheExaminer

Hi Kevin. My Bessie was pretty old, and I still remember some of the teasing I had initially. I had my heart set on a more modern (but used) Toyota. Still, I will always remember Bessie fondly, and with a grateful heart for my parents for having the wisdom in choosing her. Thank you for that nice comment.

@Tillsontitan

Hello Mary. Thank you for that special comment…you are so right. We always think we know more than we do at that age. I wonder how my parents put up with me sometimes. Lol. But this age is also a rite of passage, and one that really came home when my son reached that age. (Ahhh…Karma.) I hope you are enjoying the New Year, my friend. :-)

@Dahoglund

So true! We have all shared in similar experiences of our youth. I am pleased that your son missed that ravine! As I mentioned in the intro, sometimes I think the good Lord takes pity on us. I enjoyed your visit and comment. Thank you.

@Mr. Smith

I think the reason this winter was a special memory is that it was the dawn of my “independence.” And Bessie was my best friend in many ways. Good to see you, and I appreciate your comment.


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pstraubie48 22 months ago from sunny Florida

Bessie was opened new inroads in your thinking in such subtle ways ....being trustworthy during the icy snowy times.

What a wonderful story you have shared. It reminded me of riding in the snow in a 'light weight' car of my friend's that spun around and around...we were unhurt, thankfully.

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Genna East 22 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

@Pstraubie4

I am glad you weren't hurt. I think many of us experienced similar near-misses. I loved your clever comment..."new inroads in your thinking." Thanks so much for the visit, share and vote. :-)


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Peggy W 22 months ago from Houston, Texas

Your parents definitely had your best interests at heart and while disappointed at first, you came to realize how sturdy a car your old Bessie was. I truly enjoyed reading about your memories of her. Sounds like you were really lucky on that dark and snowy night! Up votes and sharing so that others can read this heart warming story.


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CASE1WORKER 22 months ago from UNITED KINGDOM

Gosh living in a remote area with bad weather no wonder your parents decided to get Bessie! I was just the same this year as my daughter had to drive 30 miles to college- her old car was replaced by a more reliable and safe car


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Genna East 22 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

PeggyW

Hi Peg. Thank you for the visit, and for leaving such a kind and perceptive comment. I appreciate the votes and share, too. I did learn so much during that winter of my 17th year. Have an enjoyable weekend. :-)

CASE1WORKER

Yes, my folks were right…and very wise. Making sure your daughter has a safer car with that 30-mile trip to college is also very wise indeed. Thank you for dropping by, and for commenting.


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DDE 22 months ago from Dubrovnik, Croatia

A very interesting hub. You shared your experience with an open mind. Living away from life is a good and not so good thought.


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Genna East 22 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you, DDE. I appreciate your visit and thoughtful comment. :-)


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ladyguitarpicker 21 months ago from 3460NW 50 St Bell, Fl32619

Hi Genna, your hub is great and you are blessed to have such good parents.


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Genna East 21 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you. They have passed on in recent years, but not a day goes by when I don't think of them.


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ocfireflies 20 months ago from North Carolina

Genna,

I LOVE THIS HUB! You are such a gifted writer. Oh! How I can relate to this story. Voted Up and shared all over the place.

Blessings,

Kim


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suzettenaples 20 months ago from Taos, NM

Wonderful story, Genna. This brings back memories if my first car at 17. It was a 1960 Chevy Belair. The floor in the backseat had rusted clear through and you could see the street. My dad thought because of that I wouldn't have many riders in that car. He didn't now I crammed five in the front seat in a time way back when that was allowed. All my friends loved the car and thought it was so cool. I drove it until halfway through my freshman year in college, when driving home from school one day the transmission fell out of the car and onto Main Street in Akron, Ohio. That was the end of the Belair and I really missed that car. Your story is such a wonderful one and a great winter memory. Thank heaven you weren't hurt on that snowy night.


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Genna East 20 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Kim, my apologies for not responding sooner. Work has been crazy lately, as well as other happenings of life. Thanks so much for that generous comment. :-)

Suzette...I loved your story about the 60's Chevy; we never forget our first love...or our first car. I enjoyed your visit, and appreciate the comment.


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RTalloni 11 months ago from the short journey

Those were the days…a "new" old car, plentiful gas for the tank, and we were rollin'! To read of your gratitude to your parents for the wisdom of Bessie made this classic story a real treasure. My first car in 1972ish was a light blue 63ish VW Beetle, but we lived in Florida far from snow country, but no air conditioner!


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Genna East 11 months ago from Massachusetts, USA Author

Thank you for that thoughtful comment. Your '63 Beetle was another classic I suspect gave you some fun times and memories, although no AC must have been a little challenging in the summer months. We always remember our first car. I think it's because it is symbolic of a rite of passage in some way. Happy New Year. :-)

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