Loved and Unloved

 Cars of importance to someone:

 Shirley's 1956 Studebaker Power Hawk

For today:

I cannot remember not being loved. I had a mother who loved me all the time, even when she had to use a switch. I think dad loved me all the time. I had brothers and sisters who loved me some of the time. Maybe they loved me all the time and liked me some of the time.

I loved my mama’s cooking. I’m smiling now, once in the chow hall I said, “This sure ain’t my mama’s cooking!” The guy across the table said, “Mine either, she could NEVER cook this good!”

A family I knew for many years had a daughter who lived in front of us here.  We were going for a walk and she was getting into her car. We chatted for a little, she was on her way to her mama’s house. She said in parting, “Yes I’m going to mother’s house, I wouldn’t even like her if she wasn’t my mother.”

That threw me for a loop.

Being in the military I met several men who had not had a good family life. When I heard their stories I was shocked at first. I thought everyone loved and respected at least their mother.

I am thankful that I lived in the 30-60 era in my youth. Kids wandered around from neighborhood to neighborhood. Playing ball in empty lots, skating,  etc. Parents knew someone would watch after their child if they got hurt. I mentioned previously, even after I got my car I left the keys in the ignition in town and at home night and day.

No one locked their doors, there was no A/C so windows were always open in warm weather. I’m looking back, I cannot remember ever having anything stolen.

Of course, if you pay attention, you know the Lord loves you.

I was fortunate with mom & Dad’s love Sherry continued the practice. I think she even likes me. I do know she is my best friend, I do love her. She said if I be good, we will celebrate 65 years of marriage soon.

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