Thursday, August 7, 2008

Missing Home

Sometime in the late 60's, my uncle Jack had a car. Being one of 9 siblings, a car was a big deal. So what if the car had no seats?! Yes, you read that correctly. His car had no seats. So of course this is why he drove around with kitchen chairs as seats.

Windows down, shirt sleeves rolled up, no shoes, and life was good.

Mom said this worked out o.k. except for the sudden stops. I believe it was George whose chair flipped back when they came to a sudden stop upon arrival at my Aunt Jennies store. But it's all good. George is a good sport. And Aunt Jennie probably had a mean plate of biscuits and gravy waiting for them.

1 comment:

Jay and Tammy Tropf said...

I mean.....these stories are even too good to MAKE UP!!!