The whole “we had to walk ten miles to school, barefoot, in the snow, and it was uphill… both ways” trope is played out; it’s useful only for comedians and great-grandparents. But, believe it or not, my siblings and I have a similar story… and it’s totally true!
I was reminded of it recently when I saw a sweet Ford Ranchero in L.A.
My wife wondered why I was taking pictures of an old car… but then again, she wonders about a lot of the stuff I do (e.g. saving dryer lint… it’s great for starting fires in our fire pit!) But seeing that car reminded me of the white Ford Ranchero we had back in my grade school days.
On cold mornings, it wouldn’t start. So my three siblings and I had to push it down our driveway (a short stretch, but with a decent downhill slope) so my dad could pop the clutch and start it. Usually that brief launch would work, but if not, we’d have to give it another push, down past the Church of Christ and onto the dirt road, where there was another downhill run. So before we even got into the car (OK, truck, but barely) to go to grade school at Holy Redeemer (which was, you guessed it, 10 miles away), we were winded and tired. It’s a handy story to use on my kids when they want me to drive them to the bus stop (~200 yards from our house) on winter mornings.
Also, you might be wondering why my dad thought a mini pickup with only a bench seat would be a good vehicle for a family of five. You’re not alone – I wonder the same thing. The most likely reason is because that was only car on the used car lot that fit our meager budget when our previous clunker bit the dust.
I can’t quite recall how we all fit into the cab… memories are hazy nearly 50 years down the line. I think there was enough room behind the seat for one or two of the kids to stand up and ride. I’m sure we looked like a clown car when we were unloading at school… or one of those overloaded bicycles or mopeds from a third world country.
I never gave it much thought back then… it was just how we rolled (and sometimes pushed). But now it’s great leverage to use on my kids. And it allows me to state equivocally that Subaru Brats, with their fancy-pants extra seats, were for mollycoddled whippersnappers.
Back in my day, we didn’t need extra seats. We didn’t have a seat at all… and we liked it! Now get off my lawn!
Love it! The Haitz family rolled 8 into a two door Ford LTD. Mark and I had to sit in the back seat foot wells and Bear laid across the back window ledge when my dad needed to recline in the back seat on long car trips to Ohio to see Grandma!
Too funny Beth! 8 in a 2-door is impressive. Back in our New Jersey days, my younger sister laid across the back window ledge too, we called it “the perch.”
Dubba don’t you remember we rode in the back. In fact I used to sit on the hump caused by the tire as I sang my soon to be released top ten song (in my mind) at the top of my lungs as we rounded those lovely curves in the foothills of the ozarks. Long before safety regulations that’s truly how old we are. Just throw the brood in the back to scramble around. Maybe the rookies rode in the front hmmm
I know we rode in the back in warm weather but I think we all crammed into the cab in the winter. Not that it was any warmer.