Nothing was said about a truck, but close enough. Note the rolled up canvas siding, the split windshield, the sun visor, and the spoke wheels. All classic!
(Not to mention the babe.)
Here’s the continuing saga from my mother’s point of view:
My family lived about a mile out of town, the opposite direction from the CCC camp. My dad had bought me an old car and I had just learned to drive. (I was 16.) On our first date my parents allowed me to drive the car into town to meet Hy. I can’t believe it yet, I wouldn’t have let my daughters do that!
We were early for the movie so we went for a spin. On our way back into town we had a flat tire. People I knew from school passed us as Hy was changing the tire and they hooted and made fun of us. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.
(Four years later the same thing happened; we had just started out on our honeymoon from Yuma, Colorado and about a mile out of town we had a flat tire. Again acquaintances drove by and laughed. It was even worse that time because we had “Just Married” written all over and tin cans hanging from the back.)
Later my folks moved into town. I don’t remember what happened to the car, but since town was small we walked everywhere. After we attended a movie we would go to the drug store, Donlan’s Pharmacy, and share a malted milk with two straws. One of those times he told me he was going to marry me. He didn’t ask me, he just told me.
I was so embarrassed I couldn’t talk or look at him.
(Below) Donlan’s Pharmacy on a Saratoga main street, where they shared malts and Dad made his pronouncement.
And continuing in Dad’s (briefer) words:
Later, while having a soda at the local drug store, I told Betty that I was going to mary her. It was a statement, not a request.
She was just 17.
That was years before it actually happened, and for two years they were separated by distance and didn’t see each other at all. Still, it presaged a marriage that lasted over 70 years.
Next: It’ll be an e-gallery, our monthly “art update” blog with live painting in Tucson. We’ll continue with “Dad’s Story” after that.
Our Lives Together
Its About Life
7:24 pm
It will be so hard to wait for the next chapter!
9:23 pm
It is fun to read each “chapter” of the saga!
5:24 am
Hyatt,
I have so enjoyed the story of your parent’s life journey…..thank you for sharing….
All our best from Raleigh/Cary NC and the crew at Waverly Artists Group
David and Mary Foster in Raleigh
5:45 am
Thanks again Hyatt. Such a joy to read.
6:33 am
Hyatt, so sweet and innocent back then. Your mom is so beautiful. I love the vintage pics. Thank you so much for sharing.
8:46 am
Uncle Hyatt,
Always thought I got my bluntness/boldness from Grandma, but this post makes me think Grandpa probably has something to do with it too. Enjoying these entries/pictures!
4:36 pm
Dear Hyatt,
Treasure these moments from a time so long ago. They were so shy and innocent. Keep them for your family and siblings and their kids and grandkids. They should be kept for a reminder of what Godly love can do.
Becky
11:18 pm
Hyatt:
Just finished reading and reviewing photos – wow! Great writing, facsinating story and amazing photos to bring the whole family to life! I believe your family would make a wonderful “BBC-like” mini series of American life – what a great story.
Thanks for the time with your group – enjoyed our time with all of you.
Glad for your visit to Nanjing anytime!
Tim