Just some thoughts:
“WHAT IS THAT”
A second 57′ Chevy story and my dad.
While I once ask my Dad “where’s the radio” he once ask me “what’s that?”
When I was a kid the county fair was a big deal. Interesting this past week I went four days to the Lincoln County fair in Fayvetteville, Tennessee. I went early each morning playing 18 holes of golf before and then at noon to the fair for afternoon of harnessing racing. Also, huge tenderloin sandwich and big glass of sweet ice tea. I think it came from the food tent of the Daughters of something.
Back to the fair. Vigo County fair in southwestern Indiana. Back then the county fair was auto (sprint car) racing and the mid-way rides. One Saturday night I had a date and we went to the fair. There was something special about the fair at night. Its the late 1950s’, a night of lights and noise at the fair. Music and screams from riders spinning around. Oh my just the site of a Ferris wheel today can bring back some great memories.
Anyway on this night I won some kind of prize at one the stands. I have no memory of what it was. Some kind of little animal I think and along with it something one could hang around their mirror in their car. Like a Hawaiian neck thing, you know, you have seen them. And that is what I did. Hung the thing around the car mirror.
Sunday morning I often drove my folks to church. Dad in right front seat, mom in the back. As we pull out of the drive I see my dad’s attention go to the mirror. He’s quite, says nothing, just looking. Then he turns, looks at me and says, “What is that?” I acting dumb say, “What’s what?” “That thing hangin’ down from the mirror.” “Oh it just something I got at the fair last night.” “What purpose does it serve hangin there” he asks. Now I fumble for words. “Purpose” does it have to have one? “Oh, I thought it looked cool” I say.
(I did know better than to hang dice–knew that would not fly with my dad)
Cut to the chase. Dads last words, “When we get to church before you get out of the car make sure you take that thing down.”
And I did.
P.S.–Today hangin’ from the mirrors of my 1965 Corvette and 1955 Thunderbird …are graduation tassels. Sorry dad, not removing them. They stay. Not coming down.
September 24, 2019