Friday, April 01, 2005

Something in the Air...

I've been nostalgic all day. It's something in the air I think, that triggered this big swoosh of nostalgia. Perhaps, it is the mix of spring fragrance or maybe it is as simple as the return of humidity. Yep. My hair is frizzy today. That's the trigger -- humidity. I hate humidity.

So, I was looking outside at all the green, fanning my frizzy hair and staring at my car. I love my "Carmela" but I'll save that discussion for another day. Anyway, I am staring at Carm thinking how fine she looks and the vision of the first car I can remember popped right into my head, plain as day.

It was our family car and I can still smell it in my mind, still feel how huge it was and how I couldn't see outside unless I stood up on the back seat which was about the size of a twin bed. This was long before car seats or booster seats, mind you. We grew up without seatbelts. I am not sure we needed them because no one drove very fast and we didn't yet have interstate highways. The cars of my youth were heavy and solid. They felt safe, not like these new vehicles with sides you can dent with your knees and plastic bumpers and tacky PVC interiors.

So, I have this clear picture in my mind of our old Chevy Woody. I googled and found a graphic of the exact car but not quite the right color.


I remember ours as being sort of a bronze color all over and the wood was darker and more highly varnished than the one shown above, but other than that, it's the same car. The Woody's name was "Hoopy." I don't recall why but after that, we had "Hoopy II." The original Hoopy was a '48. Hoopy #2 was a '52 Chevy Bellaire, sea foam green. Man, they sure don't make cars the way they used to...

DH drives a cute little young thing. I drive a solid, older classic.
Yep, sorta like our marriage.
::::flee:::::
Bwahahahaha!

2 comments:

Annie P. said...

"Hoopy?!" I believe you are going to have to do some research and tell us WHY Hoopy. Inquiring minds want to know!

Flaurella said...

Wish I knew. Can't find out now. Everyone older is dead but me. Getting old sucks but it beats the alternative.