My Daddy’s Old Truck
Many, many years ago when
I was a little girl, and yes Debbie we had cars then…….my Daddy had an old 1953
GMC pickup truck.
Lots and lots of memories
around this old truck.
1.
My Mother
was a stay at home Mom, and was always faithful to have supper ready when Daddy
got home from work. He gave another man
who lived close by a ride to work. We
would watch the highway, and wait for him to go by, and then go to the house
and say….”Daddy’s coming”.
2.
That old red truck had a set of white side
boards. Back in the “old” days you could
ride in the back of the truck. If the
sideboards were on, we could even stand up and ride with the wind in our faces. What fun.
3.
Sometimes when we weren’t going very far, we
could ride on the tailgate and let our feet dangle. Incredible fun.
4.
Riding
along with my Pops to take the trash to the dump. Phew….
5.
Loads and loads of lumber hauled to build a new
house.
6.
Riding sometimes on the outside steps. Of course not going far. Sometimes we would lay down in the bed of the
truck while we rode.
7.
Nobody thought anything of it when kids rode in
the back. Times do change.
8.
No air conditioning, but who cared. Roll the windows down, and let the air blow
you away.
9. More
memories I am sure – but that old truck is thought of with fondness and of
course my Pops. And as he reads this is
is probably saying….”Don’t call me Pops”.
