My Daddy taught me to drive. We had a white 1965 Ford Falcon station wagon. It was the only new car my parents ever bought. It was a standard shift, 3 on the column. I loved that car! (White Fords must be in my blood because I drive a white Ford vehicle now.) That car would hold a lot of friends and sisters and brother. Only thing, the gas gage didn't work. So daddy taught me to figure out how many miles it would get to the gallon and then keep a check on the odometer and when it got close to those miles I would know to fill it up again. More than once I ran out of gas and daddy had to bring me some more. Those were the days when we didn't have cell phones. So running out of gas wasn't that convenient. But I had so much fun in that car. When I was growing up my parents would let down the back seat, throw in a single bed mattress and off we'd go, on trips, to the beach, and many evenings to the drive-in movie. Daddy would back into the parking spot and then he'd let down the tail gate and all 5 of us kids would lay there on our tummies and watch the movie. Mama and daddy would get out and sit in lawn chairs. I love drive in movies. They still have one in Jesup GA. and Harry and I've talked about going soon as they show something worth seeing.
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What wonderful times!
You were eight years old when we bought that wonderful, wonderful vehicle.
I wouldn't let any of our children drive until they went through drivers ed and turned 16 -- and then I drug my feet getting to the drivers license office.
Of course being the eldest, you got your restricted license and would chauffer us adults around. Sooo, by the time you hit age 16 you were seasoned and trusted designated driver of the Crenshaw Family.
That was the vehicle that took all seven of us west to the holy Temple of the Lord to be sealed as an Eternal Family.
Towing a borrowed camper trailer of the rough sort, camping all the way To Logan, Utah.
What a trek! Two car loads of Crenshaws - Billy and Sam Crenshaw and families. 13 souls in all -- nine children of which you were the oldest.
What Memories! We actually road that ole Falcon into the ground...
Hugs, Love and Prayers Always,
mum
I wish that old station wagon could talk, it could tell some great stories. We have so many memories that it helped us make as a family.
After we got a second car, Gigi had learned to drive the stick shift, so we let her drive it to school, dropping off the other kids at their schools on the way.
After she left home and went west to Ricks' college(BYU-Idaho now)she and some of her friends were offerd a car to drive around but it had a stick shift and no one could drive a stick shift but Gigi cause she had learned back home and off they went for a day of fun.
That made a proud Daddy.
Yes, that old Falcon Station wagon was a good car, the only new car we yet have owned. Good Memories!!
Ya'll did by another new car ... The Plymouth Horizon in which I learned to drive a stick shift. Unlike the Falcon that car brought ya'll a lot of grief ... To bad the Lemon Law didn't exist then. I do remember that the guy that sold it to us was missing an arm and after things went sour with him and the dealer ship Mom used to refer to him at the one arm bandit. Back to the Falcon ... that was a great car and a lot of great memories. I remember one time when you were driving some of us kids home from somewhere, we got a flat tire and that freaked me out!!!! I was opening the door and trying to bail out before you could get stopped. I do believe that it is the car you were driving when you and I were driving to the church and you got pulled over because you were brushing your hair while you were driving ... you got a ticket for careless driving!!!! Another freak out time for me ... I thought we were going to jail.
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