Do you see the back seat in this Chevy Impala?
Do you think it was my seat in the back of the car?
No, it was not.
My older sister sat in that seat behind my mother. My younger sister sat in the middle. My brother sat on my mothers lap. Yes, you read that right. He was 2 years old then. It was before car seats for children were mandatory. If there had been an accident, he would have been mashed potatoes. The dashboard on the old cars were as hard as a wall.
I was in the back seat but on the other side right behind my father. There wasn’t any air conditioning. The windows were wide and rolled down the minute you got in the car.
For me, it was always ‘The ride from hell’. My fathers was a chain smoker. He smoked the best ones from that era. You know ‘Camels’. The unfiltered cigarette kind. They were very short which meant you had to pop another one in your mouth as soon as the first one was finished. I had the pleasure of inhaling nicotine and carcinogen chemicals on every car ride. As the wind blew into the car, along came the smoke and ashes right at me.
Have you ever tasted burnt ashes??
I have. It’s disgusting.
I was always car sick. There were many times he had to stop the car so I could vomit. It wasn’t pretty. Everyone would mock me for my delicate system and the tactics I had of spoiling everyones enjoyment of their Sunday drive.
The seats in the summer were always burning hot. There wasn’t a summer day I didn’t scorch my skinny legs on those seat. Eventually, after a lot of complaining, my mother decided to take a towel and lay it on the seat for us just before we’d leave. But only after spoiled favorite daughter #1 – the oldest – complained.
We’d arrive at our destination – a park, the beach or one of their friends house and I’d have to sit until the dizzy feeling would pass. Seltzer was the beverage I had to drink in order to settle my stomach while the others drank cokes.
I think about the fact that I do have those Sunday drives as a memory.
I just wish they could have been more fun for me.
November 9, 2014 at 4:21 pm
Well at least that was a beautiful setting for your torments, Isadora. And, they gave you a beautiful name to compensate! I’m amazed your parents didn’t know that you wouldn’t get car sick in the front seat. Unfortunately they don’t sound like very understanding or intuitive parents. Sorry for that…Judy
November 9, 2014 at 6:55 pm
I believe in the words of Maya Angelou. She had said, “When you know better, You do better”. I imagine they didn’t know any better. As parents, we all makes mistakes. The message here was to learn from their mistakes and not repeat them.
I have never smoked because of the experience. I suppose that was the lesson. 😊
Yes, indeed, they did give me a name that I treasure now as an adult. As a child, it was a very different story. Kids can be cruel even about a name. However, I was able to brand my business for 28 years with that name. I see another lesson here.
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November 9, 2014 at 1:05 am
What a lovely read. Funny they served a Seltzer for you while Coke is known to calm upset stomach as well. Or wasn’t it back then?
November 9, 2014 at 7:34 am
Thank you!!! I don’t know if it was known then that cola was good for upset stomachs. I think studies might not have been done yet. Thanks for popping in and leaving your great comment. 😃
October 29, 2014 at 5:19 pm
That’s a beauty of a car, made when gas and metal were cheap! 🙂
October 30, 2014 at 10:46 pm
The car was at a museum I visited in May. I can’t believe that it’s considered to be vintage. That made me feel old.
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November 3, 2014 at 3:14 pm
Yeah, we’re vintage, Baby! 🙂
November 7, 2014 at 7:49 pm
Ahhh .. yes. Vintage as in clothes, wine and antiques. Mmmm … not such a bad thing since the value always goes up. Thanks, I feel so much better now. 😃😃😃
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October 29, 2014 at 1:19 am
Oh, you poor child, Issy. I remember those Sunday drives, but we never had such a fancy car. I really don’t know how we survived with no seat belts, and being smoked at too. I remember my father-in-law smoked a pipe in the car. I always felt really sick in the back of the car when he fetched us from the airport in the early years of my marriage. He died of throat cancer, which is not surprising. Thanks for sharing your memories. 🙂 xx
October 30, 2014 at 10:56 pm
It was my fathers first car. He used to shine it up every weekend. I took the photo of this one at a car museum. A bit of a shock to discover it’s considered to be vintage.
UGH … a pipe is very smelly, too. If anything positive can be said about my experience it’s that I never smoked.
I’m very pleased,Sylvia, if I brought back good memories with my story. ~~~ : – )
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October 27, 2014 at 11:50 am
Interesting how a beautiful car sparks unpleasant memories that stick in one’s mind.
October 27, 2014 at 12:41 pm
It was a tough abusive childhood for me that through the years I’ve worked on overcoming. From every bad situation one can find good or learn life saving things. For me, because of that experience, I’ve never smoked. ☺
October 27, 2014 at 6:20 pm
Thanks for sharing … and I’ve never smoked either.
October 27, 2014 at 12:36 am
Loved this post Issy as it brought back just as many memories for me as for you. We did Sunday drives too – I had 4 brothers – and dad would go a bit fast over the hills to give us “tummy tickles” until my mother yelled at him to slow down LOL. My mom was a chain smoker like your dad but I was behind my dad who didn’t smoke so I didn’t have to breathe it. But the thing it reminded me of the most is when my older brother drove the wagon with 2 of his friends, me and 2 of my friends down to the shore. I was in the way back with my friends and my brother threw his cigarette out the side window. Whereupon it promptly flew around the side, through the back window and directly down my shirt into my bra! I still laugh when I think of it!!😍😍
October 31, 2014 at 12:19 am
Oh, my …. that’s hilarious but scary. Hopefully, Tina, your girls made it unscathed. I’m sure one of the boys offered to check your injuries. LOLOL 😃😃
I photographed the Chevy Impala at a car museum near my town. It was a shock to see that it’s considered a vintage car. Seeing it there, brought back a flood of memories. I’m pleased my story brought back memories for you as well. Thanks for stopping by and leaving your little piece oe memory with me. 😊
October 26, 2014 at 6:58 pm
Enjoyed the post, Isadora. My childhood was very different. And even so, I did suffer from carsickness for a number of years, and remember the embarrassment along with the discomfort. I remember those cars too… when they came out. They were quite impressive… modern. I never rode in one though. They did seem quite luxurious from the outside…
October 31, 2014 at 12:08 am
This was my fathers first car. I believe it was the beginning of vehicles being sold in colors instead of just black. I took these photographs and a great many more at a car museum close to my town. They were only American made cars. I was shocked to see the Chevrolet Impala is considered a vintage car. It brought back a flood of memories when I saw it. I’m please you enjoyed my post. Thank you, Shimon, for visiting and leaving your thoughtful comment.
October 26, 2014 at 12:36 pm
Great car Izzy 🙂
October 30, 2014 at 11:22 pm
Hey, Jake … Thanks 😄
October 26, 2014 at 12:03 pm
What a beautiful looking car… it’s a shame your memories couldn’t have been fonder. I had an old chevy back in the states… it was a 60’s model, I believe.
October 30, 2014 at 11:26 pm
I went to a car museum close to where I live and took these photos and others. They had lots of vintage cars. Mustangs, Corvettes, Fords and Chevrolets.
Imagine my surprise to see the old Chevrolet Impala my Dad had … AND … it’s considered vintage. Eeeeekkk !!!!
I’m glad you enjoyed this post. Thank you for stopping by and leaving your very nice comment.
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October 31, 2014 at 10:08 pm
Love vintage cars. I’ll sometimes stop by a car show if there’s one on. Corvettes are nice… they built the first corvette factory in Bowling Green, KY when I lived there back in the 80’s 🙂
October 25, 2014 at 8:53 pm
LOL! I had the same experience in the mid/late seventies but with my folks station wagon, I always got stuck in the way back with the sun glaring in and hot as heck, if I was lucky dad would crack the back window..:-)
Beautiful car and pic too..:-)
October 30, 2014 at 11:29 pm
hahaha … I’m surprised you’d want the back window cracked open. Wouldn’t the exhasut sneak in? 😄
I took these photos at a car museum near my home. There were alots of vintage cars. I was shocked to see the car I was a passenger in as a child called vintage. EEEeek!!! 😳
October 25, 2014 at 8:47 pm
We used to have a small amount of these cars on the road as I was growing up. Of course, I still see them at vintage car rallies these days. Please excuse the expression, but we referred to them then as ‘Yank tanks’. All Australian cars were smaller; I think they still may be, so they created a commanding presence. They were converted to right hand drive for our roads. Today they are all imported and allowed to be unconverted; left hand drive.
October 30, 2014 at 11:59 pm
No need to excuse the name -‘Yanks tanks’. I remembering hearing that as a child but didn’t know what they were referring to until I was much, much older. I photographed this car and others at a car museum close to my hometown. The cars are all vintage. To my surprise, I came across the Chevrolet Impala my Dad had and was shocked that it’s considered vintage. EEeekk !!! 😄
Thanks for stopping by and leaving your very interesting comment. Be sure to pop in again. 😊
October 25, 2014 at 6:58 pm
We had an old Impala and I remember the trunk was huge. Those winged cars look like they should fly. 🙂
October 25, 2014 at 7:22 pm
hahaha … I think it looks like a car that should fly too. As a child, all I thought about was what fun it would be to slide down those wings. I never did. I knew what would happen if I did 😩 (the belt).
The truck fit everything you could use for the beach and more. 😃
October 25, 2014 at 7:38 pm
When my husband and I married we carried all of the wedding gifts in the trunk and backseat to our new home. lol
We got plenty and it all fit. 🙂
October 25, 2014 at 9:17 pm
Gosh … I remember when gifts were given at weddings. Now, brides have a web-site that states what they want. It seems a little tacky to me … BUT … changing times. 😃
October 25, 2014 at 6:55 pm
Oh, my! Doesn’t that bring back memories. Yikes! I love it. 🙂
October 25, 2014 at 7:06 pm
Those were the days alright. I could have added more but that will go in my memoir if I ever get organized and pull it together. The most vivid memory in that story is the hot … hot .. hot … seat when we wore shorts.
Glad I took you on a ride down memory lane. 😃
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October 25, 2014 at 4:36 pm
Not the romantic image I had of those classic American cars, poor Issy 😦
October 25, 2014 at 7:09 pm
It was a bummer when I was going through it. Now, I think, it was a good thing as I have never smoked because of that happening to me. YAY … Daddy !!! 😍
October 25, 2014 at 2:52 pm
So much of what you describe reminds me of my own childhood. The smoking in the car, the no air conditioning. Such a different world now.
October 25, 2014 at 7:26 pm
Glad I took you for a ride down memory lane. The old days had some interesting things going on that today would not be acceptable. But, as we know better we do better as Maya Angelou says. 😃
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October 25, 2014 at 2:32 pm
I wish you a nice weekend. Beautiful cars
October 25, 2014 at 7:28 pm
Thank you for the well wishes for my weekend, Marco. The old cars have a classic look. The cars today all seem to have the same design except for the very expensive ones. I took these photos at a car museum near my town. Glad you enjoyed viewing them. 😊
October 25, 2014 at 7:39 am
I’m speechless, Issy, that is a great report describing childhood experiences with so many details: “The seats in the summer were always burning hot. There wasn’t a summer day I didn’t scorch my skinny legs on those seat. Eventually, after a lot of complaining, my mother decided to take a towel and lay it on the seat for us just before we’d leave…” We all have our memories with our firs cars, but it is a challenge to write down the details of all he emotions we had!
V is for Volkswagen:
October 25, 2014 at 7:29 pm
I’m glad you enjoyed this post, Frizz. Memories are imbedded in our minds – some good and some not so good.
I have a story about our little VW bug. I will have to write that one soon. Perhaps, when the letter V comes up. ~~~ : – )
Your photo is fantastic. They were always the same design no matter what year they were. Thanks for popping in. 😃