He was my first Valentine. I didn't mind playing second banana to the head cook. She was alright too. I really wanted to drive, but my Mom owned the only automatic in the family. That meant I would be learning to swap gears, or sit at home. What do you think happened?
Last year I saw this video over at Robin's blog home. (Your Daily Dose). I knew I had to get the link on it. Even though the singer, Miranda Lambert, was driving a 1955, I felt the old sensation of my Dad's 1965!! Born and raised in the inner city, climbing into that truck gave me "this sensation" - no, not a peppermint patty moment - but I suddenly sang with a twang. (Help.)
My Dad had a gun rack against the long back window. He kept his umbrella there, and later a walking cane. But you might have no idea, and I don't have the words to describe, what I felt cruising down the highway at 70 mph., playing all of his country tapes. No modern music allowed! Ever! Well, not until the Beatles, "Hey Jude," He didn't want the tape, but if it came on the radio he cranked it up! You just learned to suck it up. (I hated country music for the longest time.)
Alright, I'll shut it... here's the video. Just remember what Miranda says: "Hey whatever happened to, waiting your turn... doing it all by hand?" It's important... and so was driving that dang old truck!
Glad you have such good memories of your father.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alex. I apologize for just seeing this comment. I have some great memories. (smile)
DeleteDixie, if you liked this one, I bet you'll like this one too....
ReplyDeletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dQe3DKDQRRs
Memories are good things:)
Oh Robin, I apologize for just seeing this comment. Somehow I didn't get you or Alex. Yes, memories are good things. I'll check out the link you've shared. Thank you for that. (smile)
DeleteI love this song! I remember hating country for the longest time, too, because until my Dad met my first stepmom, all he listened to - all WE would listen to - was rock and roll. Then after they became a couple, it was all country. And most of it was pretty bad. Conway Twitty's "Tight Fittin' Jeans" will always elicit a shudder of distaste from me.
ReplyDeleteOh, but my Papaw had a 50s stepside truck that my Dad later got. It was black, with steelie hubcaps, gun rack in the back, and my Mom made curtains for the back window out of red bandanas. I wish we still had it.
Hahahha, oh I know, Kim!! I wished many a time I still my Dad's green truck.
ReplyDeleteConway Twitty... no... poor you! My Dad played Buck Owens! Arrggg. My Mom liked Floyd Cramer, a pianist. At least there wasn't a dying calf sound emitting from the radio! And sometimes I could convince her to play some Motown...