Stirring Memories

Do you know what kind of car this is? As we looked around the car show I was pleasantly surprised to find this one. And even more happy that it was black!

When I was a little bitty girl, my mom had a Comet, a black Comet. It’s the car she had when she was driving down Main Street and a man in the car next to us stuck his tongue out at me.

Her interior was white with red carpet and hers was a different year but it was a car very similar to this one. I was a three year old little blonde sitting in the passenger seat when that mean man stuck his tongue out. I promptly told my mom and she advised me to stick mine back.

Two years later they were married and that 'mean' man became my loving father, yeah the father who would tie my knee socks together while they were still on my feet and drive me crazy. The same dad who has always insisted that I stuck my tongue out first. This month they will have been married 36 years.

Dad never liked mom’s car; he always wanted to bury it in the yard. But I’m not sure why, since he met two of his favorite girls in that Comet. Honestly, I do not remember what happened to the car, maybe it IS buried in the yard of my childhood home.