Sunday, December 26, 2010

The Wild Ride

During my years as a newly wed teenager and living in a place without friends or family, I would be thrilled over anything. One day my ancient landlady (she was probably in her 70’s, but ancient to me) asked me if I would like to go on a little jaunt with her. Her brother and his wife lived in a neighboring town by the name of Tieton.

She was going to spend the day visiting with them. I jumped at the opportunity. She had an old one seated car with a rumble seat and it must have been 40 years old. One of the first cars ever made I am thinking.
When we reached the highway she put the pedal to the metal. It felt like we were going 90 miles an hour, but in that old car it was probably only going 50. I white knuckled it all the way because I thought we would go flying off the road any minute. She could hardly keep in on the road. I literally held my breath when we met another car. Will we ever reach Tieton I kept thinking.
I chewed my nails and prayed as I watched the fence post flying by.
I was a timid soul back then and would never have asked her to slow it down. There is an old song with a line in the lyrics being, ‘Coming in on a wing and a prayer’.

We were coming in on one wheel and a prayer. Or so it felt. We finally landed in Tieton without landing instructions.  Her brother came out to greet her and looked at me  and says, “My dear, you are a brave soul to ride in a car with Mae driving.” I said (under my breath), “yes, I know and I didn’t bring a change of underwear.
We visited with her brother and wife. It’s been so long ago I have forgotten their names. I don’t remember much about the visit except worrying about the ride home. The return trip was exactly the same. I felt so blessed to be able to climb out of that car and I never climbed in it again.
Mae lived to be 100 years old. She lived her last few years in a nursing home, just a stones  throw from our home so my husband and I walked up to visit her.
I asked if she remembered me and told her we used to rent from her and she lifted her head and blinks her eyes a couple times and said, “Yes, I remember you. You're the one that left your husband and ran away with that truck driver”. My mouth fell open and I looked at my husband and said, “I didn’t run away with a truck driver.” I could tell he was about to crack up so we said our good-byes and left. She had already fallen back to sleep.


FaerieMama said...

This post had me laughing outloud! Mae is the type of person i would have loved to meet. Wish there were videos back then...wouldnt it be riot to see a video of your ride to tieton and back with Mae?

Merry Christmas lorrene!

FaerieMama said...

Lorrene, I'm really curious to know more about how the holidays were celebrated during the depression. If you feel inspired, could you write another post about how you remember cHristmases back in your early childhood or early adulthood?

Odie Langley said...

Hi Lorrene, my name is Odie & Keri suggested I pop over & check out your blog. I am glad I did because I really enjoyed today's post. I'll also check out some of the specific ones she also likes. You're welcome at my blog anytime.

Anonymous said...

That was amazing going around troughs mountains it is a wonder you didn't fly off, back before they made wider roads. they scared me back in the late 60's. Jess always said I had my butt clenched to the seat. that was funny.

Lorrene said...

It wasn't a mountain road, but still scary. Had it been a mountain road, I wouldn't have lived to tell about it.

Anonymous said...

Just goes to show, you never know. I'm guessing Mae's car was a Nash?

javier said...

Hi- I posted the Nash link above, then I remembered this one: