Maybe I should have named my blog Potpourri or Pastiche or simply a Savory Stew because I aim to throw a lot of different things into the pot, mostly about reading, writing and art, but many other things, too, because I’ve lived a long time and have a lot of interests. I also will include here thoughts of others I come upon who share my loves. Including those of you who care to share your thoughts and impressions.
posted by Ed Farber on October 10, 2014

I learned to drive in a car just like this photo of a 1938 Plymouth sedan. My Dad had traded in his old 1929 Chevy roadster for that car, but I don’t remember it ever being as spiffy as the one in the photo. It was a blue, 4-door, but I know it never had white sidewalls. My Dad was much too frugal to splurge on fancy extras.  It did have a four-on-the-floor stick shift since automatic transmissions did not exist for the average car buyer back then. The stick-shift was the standard for those times.

Learning how to drive was a real challenge for a sixteen year old, especially learning to handle a stick-shift. I was so pleased when I finally could shift gears without the loud grinding noise that meant you didn’t quite do it right. My Dad was my driving instructor. I remember one hair-raising incident as if it happened yesterday. I wrote about it briefly in my book, Looking Back with a Smile. Here’s the quote:

On one occasion I mistakenly crunched down on the accelerator instead of the brake pedal as we were approaching a busy intersection (Goodfellow and Easton Avenues). The result was akin to the car chase scenes you see nowadays in movies as cars roar through intersections narrowly missing oncoming traffic. Fortunately, we got through unscathed, but I really think that was the start of my Dad’s hair turning to gray. 

My Dad reluctantly allowed me to use the car occasionally on dates, and I did drive it a lot until 1951 when he traded it in for a brand new Pontiac. Thinking back, the old Plymouth was the car we used all during the 1940’s including the years of W.W. II when gasoline was rationed for the war effort.



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