Gas Stations of History:
That last car methinks is a 1941 Hudson and apretty '53 Buick in front of the '49 ford ahead of it.
For Saturday’s stuff:
Like Christmas, it finally came. Day one of our trip. We are leaving in a little while, maybe 9 AM. Jack Jr is taking his big screen TV to his Son Stephen and family in Oak Ridge. We are looking forward to seeing the family.
Jennifer is a nurse and is back to work after taking a break to get the kids started on life. Jude is about 5 and his sister Kennedy 2. WE hope to have dinner with them this evening and then we will leave for Ypsilanti, Michigan to see Johnny her younger brother. She and Johnny are now the only siblings left of the seven.
When boys in the mid-1950s around home felt adventurous, they either joined the military or went to ‘Detroit’ to build cars and get rich. Hey, they were paying $4 an hour there vs $.75-$1 in the cotton mills of Belmont.
Johnny’s brothers went in the military; Johnny went to Detroit and stayed to retire. The family kept saying come on back home after you retire, but he has lived most of his life there. He has one daughter, Candice (Candy of course) and we look forward to visiting, maybe the last time, who knows?
Johnny has one story he likes to tell. I once got into trouble with Sherry when we were dating, before we started going steady. I took a trip with a former girlfriend. Friend Martha (Who lived on the Chronicle mill village) knew I was in trouble and told me Sherry had left a pair of shoes at her house. I volunteered to return them to get a chance to apologize to Sherry. She lived in the Imperial Mill Village.
I knocked, Johnny came to the door. “Jack, Sherry does not want to talk to you.” I gave him one shoe and drove around the block, then returned. This time Johnny refused to answer the door telling Sherry, “You go this time.”
She did, I gave her the other shoe and apologized, she forgave me. A year or so later we were married.