This looks like a picture of my Mama's brother Bob. It may be her Uncle Glenn. I'm not sure who the girl is. I do not remember Mama saying she rode on a motorcycle with her brother but she did say she loved riding on her Uncle Glenn's motorcycle. Shortly before she passed away, she asked my husband to take her for a ride on his bike. She chickened out after we got there.
This picture of me and my OKC Grandma was taken at Lake Ludwig. I look like a little monkey up there. I wonder whose DeSoto that was?
This is an Easter picture of us in front of an old salmon pink and grey Chevrolet car. This is the car my uncle would slide down into the floorboard in fear someone would see him in a pink car.
This is not my "three words the whole bus ride to OKC Uncle." This is the one that took me to the movies one time. Although he did not actually stay in the theater with me, he did come back to pick me up. The movie was not quite over.
My pretty little Mama. This was my OKC Uncle's car. I remember it being a pale yellow. This picture was taken at Lake Ludwig as well. The lake must have been cheap entertainment in the fifties. I nearly drowned at King's Canyon once. Daddy was right beside me so I was probably not actually drowning.
Isn't he handsome? I have pictures of him at the lake with another girl but that is a whole other story. I will not be telling that story. I will say he met his wife on a beach while he was stationed in San Diego. She said the beach was so crowded, there was only room to lay a towel on the sand. My uncle kept a grenade on his coffee table. He said it was live and I believed him.
This is like the old Henry J Grandpa had while out at the farm. It is the one we had to push across the cattle guard and off the hill so he could get it started. Wheeeeee! Was that ever fun! I would never let one of my grandchildren do that now.
This is like the green Corvair Daddy tried to teach me to drive on Shoe Plant Road. You know, the time my brother pushed my little sister down in the backseat floorboard while he wore a football helmet.
This is the '66 Chevrolet Impala we had when we married. This may have been taken around the time hubby decided to change the transmission from standard to automatic while on a weekend pass from Fort Leonard Wood. As he did not have time to get it completely changed over, I was left with trying to figure out the odd sequence needed to change the gears with a mere metal rod sticking up out of the floorboard. Hubby has yet to give me an adequate explanation why he did that to me.
Hubby still grieves over selling his '36 Ford. It was yellow too. I wish my daughter was this young again. Well....maybe not.
I drive an ordinary Chevrolet Trailblazer now. Can you even buy a pink car anymore?