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 Early 'Write To A Picture' pages are archived. The links are here:

Beach Scene "1" Old Train Station "2"
The Carousel "3" The Fifties "4"
Summer Picnic "5" From The Heart "6"
Cloudy Moon "7" September Morn "8"
Passing The Time "9" Apples "10"
Rain "11" Pumpkins "12"
Halloween "13" Big City "14"
Remembrance Day "15" Autumn Harvest "16"
A Cozy Nook "17" Migration "18"
The Kitchen On Memory Lane "19" Holding Hands "20"
Indoor Gardening "21" Playing In The Snow "22"
Bonding With Children "23" Old House "24"
The General Store "25" Friends and Friendship "26"
The Kitchen Window "27" Gentle Hearts "28"
Our Sweet Tooth "29" Cars "30"



 


Cars

By Marilyn (LaraOct7@aol.com)







Luxury cars, jalopies, antique cars, sedans, convertibles, station wagons. Seemingly, Americans are in love with their cars. Most families today are two car families, and some families have three! Have you bought a new car recently? Would it make more sense to lease?

I was 14 years old when I learned to drive and I learned on my father's Model-T Ford. Yes, he had a Model-T, and it had a rumble seat. My mother drove our family car to and from her school every day, and my father needed transportation to his job in town. He bought a used Model-T and was kind enough to let me drive it.

We had a long cindered driveway and I would drive back and forth. At first, until I became accustomed to shifting gears, the car would jump and jerk for several feet. We didn't have a turning circle, so I would drive to the end of the driveway, put it in reverse and drive backward. It wasn't long until I could shift and drive well, but even though I knew how to drive, I didn't get my driver's license until I was twenty-one years old.

I once owned a Mercury Cougar. I loved that car, and now, thinking back, I realize it was my favorite. It was a sport's car, yellow with a black top. I've owned several cars since, mostly Toyotas, and still, that Cougar was my favorite.

I hope you'll take a few minutes to think about the cars in your life. Musings, poetry, or prose. Fiction or fact, we look forward to your entry.








 


Cars

By Sharon (Sunyskys1943@aol.com)





My father tried to teach me to drive. The man was not a patient man. We didn't get far with the lessons. Then I was married to a nice young navy boy. Together we bought a used, 1955 Chevrolet. When he got out of the navy, I was a few months along with our first child. A leak developed in the gas tank. He sealed it with a bar of soap, fully intending to drive it to a garage for repairs. But he forgot. When a few weeks later his term with the navy was up, he drove us in that car from California to Colorado. That was where we intended to live. My parents didn't appreciate it as they were in California. His parents didn't appreciate it as they lived in Ohio at the time. But we had our minds set and took ourselves off to Denver. The first night there, we came out to that old Chevrolet and found a hole in the motel parking lot under the back of our car. The soap had finally dissolved and the gas had leaked again. We managed to get it to a garage and they put in a new gas tank. Taking pity on the young man without a job and with his pregnant wife, they did it at a very reasonable rate. That old car ran for many years without a problem. It was probably the best car we had ever owned. My husband found a job very quickly at a sandblasting plant. We found a nice little apartment. He taught me to drive and had great tolerance about it.

Our son was born in April, two years after we were married. This April we celebrate our 45th wedding anniversary.










 


Still Driving

By Joy (JOY3032@aol.com)





Grandma Johnson's ninety nine
Lives by herself and likes it
She drives her car to nearby stores
And never's had a ticket


She has a driveway half block long
Has to back out to the street
Backs out like she has radar
It's hemmed in both sides by trees


We followed grandma home one day
She obeyed all the rules
She's alert and doesn't hesitate
Slows down going by the schools


The only thing that grandma fears
Is that someone will know her age
She doesn't want to be seen as old
But soon she'll turn the page


This fall she will turn one hundred
Can't keep that under wraps
With her wanting Willard Scott
Celebrating her, perhaps?


Don't worry if you see her coming
She is careful driving home
More than most of the young folks
Who are chatting on their phone!











 


Cars

By Amy (Fabulouslyfilly@aol.com)





FROM THE MODEL A FORD
TO THE ACCORD
FROM THE STUDEBAKER CAR
THAT THEY SAID WOULDNT GO FAR
FROM THE CHEVY COUPE
WITH HALF A ROOF
HENRY FORD STARTED IT ALL
BACK IN THE GOOD OLE DAYS
FROM THAT DAY WHEELS HAVE GONE ROUND
FROM THAT DAY WE TRAVEL ON THE GROUND
PISTONS AND RODS AND ENGINES THAT HUM
CHROME AND PAINT AND LOOKS THAT ARE FUN
THE LOVE OF CARS IS HERE TO STAY
WHETHER IN THE FUTURE OR BACK IN THE OLD DAY











 


Get A Horse

By Mary (MusingByMary@aol.com)





"Get you a horse"
you'd hear folk say . . .
progression just too much
back in the day ~


Horseless carriages
became all the rage . . .
when progress decided to
turn a new page ~


You'd see the ladies
in their dusters decked out . . .
while menfolk peered ahead
searchin' for a new route ~


New trades were opened
for rims, tires 'n such . . .
headlamps and taillights
didn't help very much ~


Horses watched from
meadows with flick o' their tails . . .
probably thinkin' those
ginny's won't sail ~


But sail on they did
from sputter to roar . . .
now we has gots cars
with four on the floor:-)


All through the years
they've grown fancier, faster. . .
just ask the menfolk
who've managed to master ~


Automatic transmissions
moonroofs ~ air 'n CDS . . .
Keep ole Dobbin in the barn,
boys ~ I wants one of these:-)



Mary Carter Mizrany©
March 12, 2007











 


Cars I Have Owned

By Jeanie (Mingo184@aol.com)





WHEN I LIVED AT HOME AND WORKED FOR EASTERN AIRLINES IN HARTFORD, CT, I TRAVELLED THE 22 MILES EACH DAY BY TRAIN. I DIDN'T LIKE IT. I THOUGHT I SHOULD HAVE A CAR. I HAD LEARNED TO DRIVE, INITIALLY, IF YOU WANT TO PUT IT THAT WAY, BEING TAUGHT BY MY OLDER BROTHER, TOM. THE FAMILY CAR WAS AN OLD PONTIAC. WE GOT IN THE CAR, ME AT THE WHEEL, TOM ON THE PASSENGER SIDE. NOW, WE LIVED ACROSS THE STREET FROM HARBOR BROOK, NO FENCE ALONG IT. TOM HAD ME DRIVING UP AND DOWN THE STREET, TELLING ME WHERE AND WHEN TO TURN. I WASN'T GOING FAST ENOUGH, SO, HE HAD ME STEER THE CAR WHILE HE PUT HIS LEFT FOOT ON THE GAS PEDAL. WE FLEW DOWN THE STREET AND I WAS SO NERVOUS, I TURNED THE WHEEL AND HEADED TOWARD THE BROOK. MOM WAS ON THE FRONT PORCH, HANDS AT HER HEAD, BELIEVING HER 2 CHILDREN WERE GOING TO THEIR DEMISE IN THAT BROOK. I STOPPED IN TIME, GOT OUT OF THE CAR AND STOMPED AWAY. 'YOU'RE NOT TEACHING ME', I CRIED. I ENROLLED IN EZ LEARN DRIVING SCHOOL AND GOT MY LICENSE AFTERWARD. SOMEHOW, I BELIEVE TOM DID THAT ON PURPOSE SO HE WOULDN'T HAVE TO TEACH ME TO DRIVE. I WAS 19.

YEARS LATER, AFTER GETTING BACK TO CONNECTICUT, I SAW A CAR OUTSIDE OF A JUNK YARD THAT WAS FOR SALE FOR $500. I LIKED THE LOOK OF THE CAR...A TWO-TONED GREEN FORD..YEAR UNKNOWN..PROBABLY EARLY 50'S. WITH THE HELP OF MY BROTHER..YES, THE SAME ONE..TOM...I PURCHASED THE CAR. I DROVE IT EACH DAY TO WORK IN HARTFORD. I LOVED THAT CAR, MY VERY FIRST. THE ONLY THING WRONG WITH IT WAS THAT WHENEVER I STOPPED FOR GAS, I HAD TO PUT IN A QUART OF OIL. I HAD THAT CAR FOR A SHORT TIME WHEN I TRANSFERRED TO HOUSTON, TX. MOM AND DAD SOLD THE CAR WHILE I WAS THERE. IN TEXAS, I BOUGHT A BRAND NEW PONTIAC TEMPEST. I DROVE IT NORTH WHEN I LEFT TEXAS AND TRANSFERRED TO THE JFK AIRPORT OFFICE OF EASTERN. AFTER 3 YEARS, THE TIMING CHAIN BROKE ON ME AT 5PM ON A FRIDAY EVENING IN THE MIDDLE OF RUSH HOUR TRAFFIC. IT HAPPENED AGAIN, 2 YRS LATER GOING HOME AT ABOUT MIDNIGHT ON THE GRAND CENTRAL PKWY. AFTER THAT, I DIDN'T TRUST THAT CAR AND TRADED IT IN FOR A MERCURY COMET. I HAD THAT CAR 14 YEARS. THEN I GOT A FORD GRANADA. OF ALL THE CARS, THAT ONE WAS MY FAVORITE. BUT I LEFT IT ON THE STREET ONE NIGHT IN CONNECTICUT. AFTER A HEAVY RAIN, THAT OLD BROOK OVERFLOWED LIKE I'D NEVER SEEN. WHEN I LOOKED OUT THE WINDOW OF MY PARENTS HOME, I DIDN'T SEE MY CAR. IT HAD DROWNED.!! Y'KNOW, WE GOT THAT CAR RUNNING AGAIN! I HAD IT ANOTHER YEAR BEFORE I HAD TO JUNK IT. NOW, I DRIVE AROUND IN A 1993 FORD TEMPO. I HAVE GOOD LUCK WITH FORDS.

AS A POSTSCRIPT, I'D LIKE TO SAY THAT MY YOUNGER BROTHER, JOE, HAS REFURBISHED A 1931 FORD MODEL A. HE DRIVES IT IN CITY PARADES AND TO ANTIQUE AUTO SHOWS. HE'S WON SEVERAL TROPHIES. HE'S VERY PROUD OF THAT CAR, AS HE SHOULD BE.










 


Cars

By Swampetta (SWAMPETTA@aol.com)





One of the things I am so glad I did was to drive my Chevy Geo,,'94 all the way to Fort Lauderdale last year. Last week the Troll had an accident that totalled it and almost totalled HIM! He looks like he's growing eggplants on his head but he's slowly getting back to himself. The Geo is beyond help but it's been a good little car and the seat belts and air bags worked so it can pass on to Auto Heaven.

I've been driving since I was 15 although I didn't get a license until I was 17. I had a boyfriend who was a "Motorhead" and he was always working on a car. He took me to an area in South Amboy where there used to be clay mining and it was all hard clay and no roads,,,also no traffic and no cops. I learned how to speed shift and all the fun stuff.

Once I had a real license I would beg and plead to use Dad's car. I would whine and moan until he would throw the keys down and BEG me to go! WOO-HOO! And go I did...

I'd pick up 3 or 4 of my girlfriends and we'd go cruising, We would do the main drag in Elizabeth, NJ. Back and forth until it got too late to have an excuse to be out. The rest of the world was also out doing the same thing so we got to the point where we would recognize each other's car and know exactly who was in it. Sort of a Global Village. We knew who was dating who and we knew when they broke up. And when we could move in for the kill!

I had to teach my ex-hasbeen how to drive so when I got so pregnant I couldn't fit behind the wheel, he could at least take me to the hospital. That meant that I created my own Frankenstein! He was a lousy driver and when he got a bag on he didn't improve...he just didn't notice it.

My Mom never got a driver's license. She didn't need one because my Dad waited on her hand and foot. (And the one time he tried to teach her how to drive he almost had a nervous breakdown.) I think she didn't want to learn how to drive anyway. It was easier to have a chauffeur who could carry the bags.

I taught my kids how to drive and they learned quickly. They managed to scare up the cars for themselves when I didn't throw the keys down and beg them to go away. (The good thing about being a beast as a teener is that your kids can't put anything over on you. Been There, Done That.)

I have driven all over the place both for fun and when I was doing Life Insurance Examinations and then I went to Visiting Nurse and spent the next ten years.....driving all over the place.

My oldest Grandson Daniel is doing a lot of the same things I did. Driving someplace where you've never been and then trying to figure out how to get back to Main Roads that you recognize. The difference is in the price of gas....now you really have to look before you leap.










 


My 'Lil Ole Car And Me

By Connie (CSThomas@aol.com)





Proud as a peacock
I'm really a sight to see
All heads turn when I pass
At my lil' ole car and me


Laughter comes from women
Men -- a different kind of view
Cussin' can be heard
But that's normal from a few


Bright and shiny green
I honk if they're gettin' too near
For my car's my passion
So no ridin' upon my rear!!


Men in trucks shake their fists
Since my car's the lead
Soon they pass but yell "hey, old lady,
Twenty's not the only speed !!"


So down the street I roll
For all the world to see
Wondering which is the oldest
My 'lil ole car ..... or me



Connie - 2007











 


The Car That Was A Big Part of Our Family

By Barbara (Brierhillbarbara@aol.com)





When John Kennedy was President in 1963, I was learning to drive. With the birth of our fourth child, it became necessary for me to drive. The children were all at a friends house, to watch them, she was an older lady. She was good with her grand children and was glad to look after mine for an hour, each day for one week. We had a 1960 Chevy, nothing fancy as we had the four kids to raise and a new business to get off the ground. My instructor met me at her place each afternoon and I drove the whole hour, all around suburban DC. I was almost through with the lessons, would go for licence on Friday.

As I opened the storm door to the sitter's house, I saw her in tears. She looked at me and back to the TV. She said "they have killed the President". I was sure there was some mistake, she was not well educated. I couldn't think some one had killed our President, not at this time in our country's history. I saw Walter Cronkite with tears in his eyes and I knew it was no mistake. In this year of 1963, in the state of Texas, they had killed our President, while I was taking driving lessons, ironic?


by brier march 2007











 


Cars

By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)





I bought a Triumph TR-3
Low slung with wire wheels.
Red it was and oh me,
The canyons I drove at over ninety three.


Across the country it I drove,
For it was my second car.
Had nine dollar recap tires,
I could chug near and far.


The railroad tracks I earned,
And did my TR-3 trade in.
Bought a new MG,
Blue and a good top it had.


Drove it here, drove it there,
Liked my little blue car,
But a TR-3 is was not,
So I sold it and bought a pick up.


Then one day some years later,
Went to see a man at an auto center
As I left oh what I saw,
There sat an XKE Jag.


Stopped and bought it on the spot,
Walked to the clerk’s office
And the tags and title I did get.
Drove my V 12, home I did.


Four years I had it, sat in the garage
Gave it to my oldest son.
Now he drives it twice a year,
And I still have a pickup truck.


But my eyes have been a looking,
At all of the sports cars,
An Audi, a Mercedes, Honda or a BMW?
But I will drive my pickup truck











 


Cars

By Marty (mjford19@msn.com)





Back in 1955, my hubby owned a Ford
It was black in color, and it was low to the floor
The hood was painted like flames of fire
He loved this car, many a teen's desire
But soon, this love would soon depart
In order to marry, he gave up this car
I too, was sad that he sold this ford
But was lucky for me, that he loved me more
Yes, this is a true story, I'm glad to say
In Nov this year, we will be wed 49 years.











 


Automobiles--A Way Of Life

By Evelyn (Evenccw@aol.com)





My early memories of cars are of two Fords, a Model A and a Ford V8. My parents were married in 1929 and in that year Daddy bought a Model A Ford that they drove for seven years. It had a horn that went ooga, ooga. It didn't have windshield wipers nor did it have heat. I remember times when we were bundled up, waiting to go to church on Sunday, while Daddy cranked the car to get it started. Mama was a good driver and she liked to drive. We lived in the country and there were many dirt roads that had deep ruts and that old Model A always sailed right along even when the roads got muddy. That wasn't the case with the next car, a Ford V8.




Cecilia and John
and their 1929 Model A Ford



I was in first grade when Daddy traded the Model A for the Ford V8. I don't believe that Mama ever quite forgave him because she felt the Model A was plenty good enough. However, I thought it was the prettiest car I had ever seen! I remember precisely the day he picked me up after school and drove me home in our pretty new car to surprise Mama. She was surprised all right! I loved going for outings and long drives on Sunday afternoons in that car. We visited aunts and uncles and cousins, mostly in the spring and in the summer time. Mama and Daddy drove the V8 until it was beyond repair. The brakes gave out and Daddy wrecked it into the grist mill one afternoon. They didn't replace it. After that they relied on the mules and wagon to do provision shopping on Saturdays until Daddy went to Ohio in 1943 to work in a rubber factory to pay off the mortgage on the farm.




Ready for a Sunday ride
in the new 1936 Ford V8



My formal driver’s education was catch as catch can. Shifting from low to high and somewhere in between was a mystery. Each hapless car on which I practiced would convulse in fits and starts. In the days predating the automatic shift getting the clutch pedal coordinated with the stick shift, not to mention the brake pedal, was more than I could handle at first. Tom was more patient with me than most. An engineer, he drew me a picture of what “clutch plates” looked like and why it was important to “ease” up on the clutch, how the plates interacted with each other. Voila! No more fits and starts! I think I learned how to handle the clutch in my dreams!




Evelyn and Tom in their new Plymouth
on their wedding day



I passed my driver's license test at twenty-one, just after our wedding. It was my wedding gift to my husband! Actually, it was practically a condition of our marriage. Tom insisted that I get a my driver’s license. We've been sharing the driving ever since We began our marriage with a brand new Plymouth four-door sedan. In a few years we traded up for a tri-colored Dodge “hard top convertible.” After that, for many years, with the family growing by leaps and bounds, we became a two-car family and found it more affordable to buy good used cars. It wasn't long before we were driving station wagons. They seemed strange at first, but the children loved the freedom. Back then we weren't constrained by seat belts. I raised my voice a lot! I sincerely believe that I can thank my mother-in-law for Tom’s insistence on my driving. He always praised his mother as being a good driver. She was a good driver and I suppose it was a condition in his mind that he should have a wife who was a good driver also. I don't think that I have disappointed him. The biggest challenge we both encountered through the years was when our children reached the age of getting their temporary licenses. We insisted that they get formal driving training even before it was offered in the school system. They have thanked us for this opportunity. The sigh of relief when the last one finally got that prized driver’s license was surely heard around the world! They are all good and safe drivers, which tradition continues with our grandchildren who are safe drivers as well.

My brother John still shudders when he remembers teaching me to drive, the experience indelibly etched in his psyche! Through the years he has backed me up through all kinds of car-related crises. Whatever the trouble, be it head lights, turn signals, jump starting batteries, or just general trouble shooting, he has always been there. Around 1949 he came into possession of a Model T Ford, the car that I learned the basics of shifting gears. He had it purring like a kitten. Back in those years people drove anything. After the war in the mid to late 1940's cars were scarce as hens teeth and street car fare was a nickel. Later my brother John always managed to have a nice car and it was his Chevy that I drove to get my driver’s license. Also, it was the car in which my Daddy drove me to the church on my wedding day!




Evelyn and her father and the Chevy
she drove to get her driver's license



My membership in the AAA is the perfect supplement to car ownership. When I passed my driver’s license test in 1952, the first thing that I did was walk around the block to the Automobile Club and get my (and Tom’s) membership. I love that place! In the past eight or nine years, we have gone from owning used, and one stint with leasing, to ownership of our own new Chevrolets. There should be a perfume that has the fragrance of the inside of a new car–oh so heavenly! Though I haven't had occasion to call on AAA for a tow truck in recent years, just two months ago Tom had a flat tire just around the block and the AAA card came in handy. Twice, absentmindedly, I've locked myself out of my car, and I was glad for the service. But more than that, I am thrilled with the maps and the AAA Trip Tix service when we take trips or travel abroad. I like to outfit my cars with maps. My motto: “Have maps, will travel!”




His and Hers - Proud Owners of
a Malibu and a Cavalier



What goes on under the hood of a car will continue to be to me an inscrutable mystery! However, when I turn the key in the ignition of my car I am grateful for the mechanically inclined who have solved the mystery and continue to do so because I love to drive. My car is an appendage of who I am and I am ever mindful that driving is a privilege.










 


Cars

By Norma (Twi1ite@sbcglobal.net)





The kids all gathered with solemn faces,
Grandma, give us your keys, we’ll take you places,
Her lips pursed said "absolutely no."
Now you all to home should go.


"Why should I quit, she mused to herself,"
I’ll show ‘em, I’ll buy a brand new Volks,"
I’ll spend their inheritance, phooey to kids,
Grandma wowed the VW folks.


She had a merry, merry ride,
All time remembering those old models passed.
Over hill and dale she she sang and drove
Until the little bug ran out of gas.


She landed in another town,
Got her a job at the senior center,
Still drives that car of her dreams.
Laughin’ and lovin’, she’s the winner











 

 

 

 



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