An opportunity to Vroom, vroom. Push pedal to the metal. Floored with the speed of time traced. Fifty words, fifty years . Thanks for sharing your post it note. My Camaro 329 SS once was so exciting to drive.
My parents are gone from this earth, but the goldfinches--they speak the mother-tongue! And the rainbows, they scatter daily from the crystals that still hang from my windows!
I LOVE this little story..the absolute picture of a boy and his cars...growing up to be a man and his cars. Indeed, Sharron! Where HAVE the years gone? I remember your little boy, at 7 years old, in his little tux, for our wedding. He was so sweet, when he led Mama to her seat in the church.
Little boys grow up to be big boys when it comes to vehicles. I bet your son could name the year, make, and model of every car he saw when he was a boy. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Sharron. It's always a pleasure to travel with you.
Thank you, Ken. This story makes me a little wistful. I have so many memories of being a young mother, trying to do it right, often failing. My boy grew to be a really good man... in spite of me. I feel so fortunate.
A sad coda: Wednesdaymy boy was rear-ended on the freeway by a driver who was texting. He was not hurt, but the dear Ranchero was totaled. Sniff. Gone to that great wrecking yard in the sky…
Years in 50 words.
"Years" is right! My dear boy is old enough to be a grandpa by now but he is still my boy.
PS. Are you receiving my emails with photos?
He'll ALWAYS be the boy...even when he's 100. ))
Nope, no recent pics or emails. I'll send one so you can check the address you have.
))K
I've sent a few pictures. I wonder if they are being directed to your spam file? I will send another one right now to see if you receive it.
That Ranchero is so old-school surfin' USA California style cool. Always wanted one.
He loves that old car. He's really cleaned it up, but he's keeping the original paint. Here are another 50-words about the same car. You'll remember
https://sharronbassano.substack.com/p/1963-ford-ranchero?
I sure do.
Always wanted a mustang.
So expensive these days. Unless you can buy a really beat up one and restore it.
An opportunity to Vroom, vroom. Push pedal to the metal. Floored with the speed of time traced. Fifty words, fifty years . Thanks for sharing your post it note. My Camaro 329 SS once was so exciting to drive.
Vintage Camaro. Cool!
Are we ever completely out of the nest?
That might have been yesterday, rather than yesteryear!
Fledged?
I hope both Fledged and freed.
Yes - both of us. My boy is having a great life and so am I. Sadly, with the passing of my dear mother, I no longer have that beloved nest. Boo hoo.
Now your next is non-tangible! BUt still there.
My parents are gone from this earth, but the goldfinches--they speak the mother-tongue! And the rainbows, they scatter daily from the crystals that still hang from my windows!
Lovely, Jill
I LOVE this little story..the absolute picture of a boy and his cars...growing up to be a man and his cars. Indeed, Sharron! Where HAVE the years gone? I remember your little boy, at 7 years old, in his little tux, for our wedding. He was so sweet, when he led Mama to her seat in the church.
I have that picture in my mind as well... And the tears on mama's face.
That's so beautiful, both Sharon and Sharron. Gorgeous. xx
Such a lovely and thought-provoking story. Thanks for the mention, my friend!
Nostalgic? Little boys grow up, little girls too.
The big ones are not as fun. Especially when they break down, need an oil change, new tires, inspection, insurance, gas, etc... 😉
The boys, or the cars? 😉
🙄
Both. 😂
😁
Boy isn't that the truth? Where have the years gone?
Sigh.... I am one of the lucky ones, though. My son and his wife live five minutes away. We are all global travelers, but we DO know where home is!
I'm so fortunate to live close to my parents. Home is home. They still live right where they moved to when I wasn't yet two years old. x
Such stability! They were really committed to their relationship and to their children. What a blessing.
Deeply grateful. They’re both fantastic! xx
Little boys grow up to be big boys when it comes to vehicles. I bet your son could name the year, make, and model of every car he saw when he was a boy. Thanks for the trip down memory lane, Sharron. It's always a pleasure to travel with you.
Thank you, Ken. This story makes me a little wistful. I have so many memories of being a young mother, trying to do it right, often failing. My boy grew to be a really good man... in spite of me. I feel so fortunate.
Now that I'm retired, I can now afford that . . .Hot Wheels! Alot of memories there, Sharron!
A sad coda: Wednesdaymy boy was rear-ended on the freeway by a driver who was texting. He was not hurt, but the dear Ranchero was totaled. Sniff. Gone to that great wrecking yard in the sky…
Ohhh, my. Glad your boy was OK. Yes, there must be a great number of rides a restin’ there.
'Pajama driving' is such a beautiful term, Sharron. Gorgeous story!