Perhaps things are beginning to settle down and
get back to normal around here, because I actually have a post to
present for Sepia Saturday this week. The first time in over a month. This one is actually a re-run, but I went through and cleaned it up a bit and that actually took me longer than writing a whole new post!
Today's prompt photo shows some old cars in the background, including a VW bus, and I couldn't resist sharing with the following story with you all:
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Back
in the 1990's I was living the life of the broke. My mother always said, if
you are broke, you have hope and a chance of getting out of it
someday. She said that if you were actually living in poverty, then sorry, there isn't a lot of hope, unless a
miracle happens. Such as winning the lottery or receiving a scholarship or marrying up. (I ended up divorcing, living off of student loans, working hard and marrying up. Whatever it takes!)
I
was on my second marriage, and I had 6 kids, as a result of yours, mine
and ours. During the course of that marriage, there were between one
and three kids living with us at any given time, at first in a two
bedroom house, and then later in a four bedroom farm house at a Christian
Camp in Walterville, Oregon.
We
always had food, electricity, and for the most part, jobs. We also had several old cars. We needed that many, since we would never know which
one was going to be working the next day when you had to go to work. Also, they had to be old so that my husband could work on them We had to drive a lot,
so they were very necessary. One set of kids lived an hour away. Good thing that gas was cheap back in the 90's.
Kristin and Ollie washing the bus.
One of our old cars was a tan lowered 1968 VW
mini bus with a black bra above the headlights. More or less reliable and inexpensive to fix, it did hold everybody if they were all in town. Neither fancy nor restored, this particular VW bus cost us around $400, because it needed work in order to make it drivable.
Peter and Nigel helping them.
One summer afternoon I was driving down E. 13th in Eugene, past Farrell's Ice Cream
Parlour. As I turned the corner, much to my
dismay, the sliding door on the van slid open and fell right off! Pulling over, I was scared and
mortified. What if one of the kids had fallen out?
I pulled over, and a nice man helped me get the door back on its track, and after
that we never opened that sliding door again. I put duct tape across
the seam to remind everybody not to open it. My husband at the time,
who never did do well with any sort of stress, yelled at me when I got home, for ruining
the paint job with duct tape. What paint job? Brother, that is an example of what I was dealing with back then. But the duct tape stayed, and we all crawled through the front
passenger door after that to reach the back seats.
A view of the interior with my sweet little baby.
Speaking
of the walk down the isle to the back seats, I will never forget when
Nigel was four, and we were visiting La Pine. He had been playing the video games at Ponderosa
Pizza. The boy was still young enough that he didn't require
quarters to play; he thought that he was winning while playing the demo screen. Nigel was going through his 4-year-old cussing phase at that time. We were done with
our pizza, and were getting back into the van. Heading toward his car seat, Nigel
sauntered down the isle, as proud and cocky as a 4-year-old can be, and
said, "Man, those bideo games are F****** AWESOME!!! I said, "Hey, you
can't talk like that!" It was funny though, even though I didn't
dare laugh.
As
I mentioned previously, this bus was lowered. That meant that when you
went over a speed bump, you had to turn at an angle or you bottomed
out. I am not quite sure why that option was considered cool, because it was
rather impractical. The bus was also always cold in the winter, because old VW heaters never did work very well.
Are
you wondering about the black bra? It was the only ornamental piece on
this vehicle. My ex must have found it in the markdown basket at
Knehcts Auto Parts, most likely overdrawing our checking account in the process. The bra went
across the front, with openings for the headlights. I remember being
in staff meeting at the church where I was the secretary, asking in all
sincerity the other staff members (who were all guys), whether or not
you could run a black bra through a car wash. They cracked up! Then I
realized how that had sounded and got so embarrassed.
That
vehicle served us well for the price. We sold it to a young kid a few
years later, who never changed the title and left it abandoned. He must have not been as handy of a mechanic as that husband of mine was. We told
the cops that it wasn't ours any longer, do what they had to with it.
Looking at the pictures of does bring back some good memories though. We took the kids to a lot of fun places in that old thing.
So, there you are, my friends. If you enjoyed this story, please visit my Sepia Saturday friends by "CLICKING HERE" to find other neat photos and stories. To read more about my family and other stories featuring old
photos, memories and more, please look for this picture of me and my dad
on the left-hand sidebar and read whatever else catches your fancy. Thanks so much for visiting!
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