AKA "Sis" … always car-proud back in the fifties; I think this one was a lime-green 1947 Plymouth. And she could be damn funny -- my brother Bernard and I quote her quite often. If, out on the highway, another car overtook her, she was apt to take it personally. "Where the hell does he think he's going in such a hurry?" she'd ask as she haunched herself forward, her forehead just above the steering wheel, put the petal to the metal, and overtook the offender in turn, "to show him that he ain't the only one that's got someplace to git to." And, we thought, just because she considered a highway a speedway with -- who knew? -- some reward known-only-to-her waiting at the end of the road.
And she was wonderful to her "three little brothers" after we'd all lost our dad. If I needed 15-cents so I could buy a root beer float at Denton's Drug Store on Boy Scout meeting night, I knew where I could get it. And she'd be so pleased that she could do these sweet things.
G, I love how keen your memory is! And don't forget she had the joy of yPU in her life....
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