Block-A-Day 232 – Driving School
When I was 15 my high school taught driver’s education. A regular class we went to every day for several weeks. We had a Driver’s Ed car that had pedals on both sides.
When I was 15 my high school taught driver’s education. A regular class we went to every day for several weeks. We had a Driver’s Ed car that had pedals on both sides.
Occasionally, that included a kid that wanted a ride. Always amazed me how much I could move by just adding two handles and 1 wheel to my efforts.
A long time ago when Scott and I were first married I brought home a push mower. I thought it would be a good workout.
When the littlest was digging down he could get where we could only see the bottom half of him sticking out. A garden hose was always on hand with an on/off so they could have lakes, moats and floods.
They would turn on the lights and sirens and drive a few blocks to the movie theater we had then. I would cover my ears and be scared silly. The theater was called El Grande and once we arrived there we’d line up, still bundled up to our chins.
When we turned onto our County Road there was a cement truck coming and being his first left turn he turned a little too much. It looked like we were going to drive into the cement truck. He corrected and we missed but it sure made an impression on mom.
When my son, Asa, turned sixteen he bought a 1978 ford pickup from his grandfather. He learned to drive in it and so did his younger brother. It was light green and got terrible gas mileage. And they loved it.
I have memories of shopping with my Grandmother as a little girl. She always drove a Cadillac or a Lincoln Continental. It felt like a boat. We would go to downtown Denver and there were two parking garages that she used. One went up and one went down. Both scared me silly.
I didn’t start drinking coffee until I was 55. There are a lot of us that think of that perfect cup of coffee in the morning. I don’t drink a lot of coffee but I sure like that morning cup. For me, it means hot chocolate powder mixed into my coffee and cream.
When I was a little girl we had a market called Strauchman’s. Two brothers from Denver owned it and they had an amazing butcher shop. And they had an amazing butcher named Ernie.