Thursday, December 21, 2006
MY FATHER'S OLDSMOBILE PART TWO
Dave, the family archivist, came up with this film clip. It is not too cringeworthy.
I think that I would be about ten in this picture. I don't know. I look older than that. 1947-48?
I am glad to see that my memory was correct. It is a four-door model.
I knew that this film existed.
In fact, when I think of the car, I think of this film first.
He made us do it over and over to get it right. You will notice the incontinuity of the house door closing and opening.
Then, over the years we had to look at it over and over again. It feels a bit like the movie Groundhogs' Day. It is in Pennsylvania; only it is me and not Bill Murray.
Mostly I remember being in the back seat of that Oldsmobile, dreaming away, while 'they' drove around.
My Dad was great on taking 'rides'. He loved to drive.
We would get in the car and who knew where we would end up.
He did this all his life.
I remember when I was living outside Philadelphia looking out the front window and seeing my Dad and Mom pull up to our curb.
They had driven about over a hundred miles, one way, on a Sunday ride.
Not too unusual out here for a lot of people. Some do that going to work!
But in those days and in that situation it felt like an invasion. No place to hide.
I am pretty sure that they drove back the same afternoon.
