This thing called LOVE.

(1955/56 I did not have TV but Sherry did.  I do not remember ever watching it , but the pictures are of TV back then)

Also a good thing happened. Vondale’s dad moved his family to Charlotte, just across the river actually about 3 miles. His dad started a constructions company.

Okay, I want to get the hard part over with. Sherry and I were dating on a regular basis. My sister Kat who lived about 60 miles away was having a tough time. She had a new baby and it was dying or had died. Dad could not leave just then. (At this time I was dating Sherry NOT Margaret) 

Mom got Margaret’s mama to drive our car to the Albemarle hospital. Margaret and I went along. Hey, I liked Margaret, we smooched some (for old times sake). I told her something like I was ‘confused’. (STUPID for a few kisses)

             

The WORD got around and Sherry found out. Trouble in paradise.  Hey this kid was landing the big one and did not want to lose her. Sherry had left a pair of shoes at a friend’s house who was sympathetic and I told her I needed a reason to go see Sherry. She gave me the shoes to return to her.

             

So I drove over to her house, knocked on the door and Johnny came to the door. “She don’t want to see you Jack.” so I gave him one shoe and asked him to give to to her.

      

I drove around a little I think then went back and knocked on the door. Johnny refused to come to the door, thank the Lord. Sherry finally came  to the door. I gave her the shoe and apologized profusely. I  begged forgiveness, after awhile I think she laughed and forgave me.  Soon afterwards I asked her to go steady and she said YES. Life was good.

          

We became an ‘item’ at church and in our communities. Dad was proud of me for taking the job as church taxi driver. So he and mama agreed to buy me a car. I chose this 1948 Chev. convertible, they paid $450 for it and I was in heaven.

At the time my buddy Vondale was going with Martha and we constantly double dated. Tuck used his dad’s ‘48 Chevy Fleetline and I used the convertible alternately. The 48 Chevy’s had what was called ‘Vacuum’ shift, YOU COULD NOT SPEED SHIFT. Of course with the old Chevy six you weren’t about to drag race a Ford ANYWAY.

When I drove I had Sherry-a-matic, I clutched and she changed gears because I had my arm around her. Vise versa, Tucker had Martha-a-matic.  Once we nearly had a tragedy, crossing S. Main St. Martha shifted from low to reverse instead of second gear, Sherry and I went to the floor in the back seat. Sherry and I could kiss for miles without coming up for air. BUT THAT BROUGHT US UP!

Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog

PS:

There is nothing like Young Love.

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Oh man the ‘56’s were coming out….