Tuesday, November 20, 2018

Happy Thanksgiving


I have told you about our rides in the country on Sunday afternoons. Most cars had bench seats at that time. Room for the driver, his wife who would hold the baby, and whichever child was lucky enough to sit in the middle. The rest of us crowded into the back seat. If we had our friends with us as we usually did there were children all over. We sat on top of the convertible top which had been lowered into the recessed area. We stood on the floor. We sat on the sides of the car and the back. No one ever fell out or was injured in any way.

Cars had no seat belts or air bags. Only race cars had safety features like that. Often just to have a bit of room we rode standing on the floor. We only had one casualty that I can remember.

We were on our way to my grandparent's farm for Thanksgiving. There were going to be a lot of people there because it is a big family. Mom said she would bring the pies.

She made pumpkin of course and mince meat pies. I do not remember if there were any fruit pies. But there were a lot of them.

The pies were placed on the shelf of the back window which was large but could not hold them all. So the rest were put on the back seat.

Of course there was no room for us to sit but that did not matter because we liked to stand up and see things anyway.

We were a little over a mile from the farm. Suddenly Daddy slammed on the brakes to keep from hitting something in the road. We flew forward into the back of the front seat.

I was the one who then bounced off the front seat and sat down onto the back seat. Not too bad, you say?

That seat was covered with pumpkin pies. I sat directly into one and my hands managed to find a couple more. What a mess.

So there was a dead pie and a couple of pies that needed surgery before we could eat them. My fingers tasted pretty good for a couple of minutes though.

14 comments:

  1. What a picture you paint with your words! The mini-tragedy is actually rather comical. A Happy Thanksgiving to you as well!

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    1. Laughter is so good for a person. If you cannot laugh at the ridiculous you will be a sad soul.

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  2. That's a great memory of Thanksgiving! And very unique.

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  3. I loved this story. I am glad that cars are safer today, as it saves lives, but oh, what fun we had living dangerously. You were the luckiest person in the car as you got first taste of Thanksgiving.

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  4. A wonderful story! My mother used to carefully wedge dishes in the trunk, hopefully never to shift until we reached our destination, generally at the end of a poorly graded road.

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  5. We always cook pumpkin as a vegetable here never as a sweet but I can imagine the mess! Of course we do not celebrate Thanksgiving either but hope you enjoy it. Cheers Diane

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    1. You do not need to have Thanksgiving to have a turkey dinner. I am happy that you enjoy your pumpkin. It is full of nutrients.

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  6. That’s a fun story. I’ll be working on my column today about those old cars.
    Happy Thanksgiving.
    R

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    1. I will watch for it. Those old cars were solidly built.

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  7. haha this is so funny dear Emma!

    but obviously not for those who made those oies lol

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    1. When it happened Mom was not happy but by the time we reached Grandma and Grandpa's farm she was laughing.

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