Snows not on the Windshield
. . .
Our drive to Missouri should should have been
unadventual in the back seat
Father was driving our Chevrolet
a 1934 black two door
Dad and Mom up front, two kids in back,
we were pulling a two wheel trailer
empty but would be full coming back
Dad would fill it with cedar fence posts.
The ride was fun for sister and me
She was two years old and I was six
But trouble came soon in Missouri
Rain started and it leaked through the roof
Sister climbed up front to be with Mom
but there was no place for me to go
A blanket got soaked and I was too
We were glad when Grandma's house got near
My grandparents were glad to see us
With five grandkids I was Grandma's fave
The other three lived in Oregon
Grandma had three kids of her own there
She took us to a fish hatchery
We had hamburgers to eat that trip
Jack, her son who was my age and I
Played mostly outside, toy trucks and cars
One time I was very peeved with Jack
He told his mom on me, "naughty me"
Told her I was playing with "my self"
She told him shame, don't be Tattletale
Going home, fence posts and all went well
I have never heard from my mother
Grandma's good 'bout telling our secret
(Note: We lived on a small share crop farm north of Omaha, Nebraska. My parents are buried there but I have moved to Texas now.)
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- Photo and Poem Copyright ©️ jimmiehov 2025 All Rights Reserved
- I am linked with "What's Going on " at https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com/?m=1 -- This poem is posted for my experience of a road trip.. Go there to read others about cars and trips.
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- Notes:
a. The "snow" here is related to our writing instructions for this week that involved cars and road trips.
b. My poem for today is true. My mother wasn't hard on me and may not have wanted to bring this up. Like she did when she found my cigarettes, took the cigarettes and left a note in my jeans pocket.
c. Grandmother here was just a few years older than my Mom. Grandpa was a widower and remarried a couple of years before my parents married. Then the started a new family.
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posted by Jim @ 9/17/2025 03:07:00 PM
8 comments
8 Comments:
You took me back, Jim, to those long rides in old cars on difficult roads. I remember many a scary trip through the mountains in deep winter. My grandma was like that with me too - she was my supporter. Man, who knew back then how expensive those "antique" cars would be by the time we are antiques too. Smiles.
I enjoyed this recollection, Jim. Your family drove TO Missouri, but I wondered where you started from. Interesting to picture a 1934 black two-door Chevy. The first car I remember my parents having was a 1952 blue Plymouth. I think it was also a two door. I enjoyed your responses to my poem. No, I don't name my cars either! Smiles. You sure take good care of your cars to get them to that many miles. Your mention of the Mustang made me a bit nostalgic. An old boyfriend of mine had a blue Mustang, and I really felt 'cool' when he picked me up in it. Back to your poem, nice to have known that you were your grandma's favorite and that she always had your back!
We lived on a small share crop farm north of Omaha, Nebraska. My parents are buried but I have moved to Texas now.
It sounds like you had some amazing adventures on the road. Ugh to the leaking roof but, a relief that grandma's house was near.
You have really conveyed some treasured memories warmly so that we become immersed in your description - Jae
Oh I was driving along with you till the roof started leaking haha How wonderful to read about your history and family
Wow, it reminds me of a road trip I took with my father through mountain terrain to rejoin my mother down in the City. The road was unsealed, the conditions treacherous and the car not the best mechanically. When it started to rain the mud and driving rain nearly had us fall down a mountainside. However, we made it and it was the special secret my Dad and I shared, swearing never to tell Mum of the risk we took, as she would have worried to death every time we got in a car!
What detailed memories, though there was no snow on the windshield--haha--must be the white fluff we see memories through! You made the rain feel quite real.
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