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Nostalgia – Ride in the Family Chevrolet


The Weekly Photo Challenge this week is ‘Nostalgia‘.  Click on the title ‘Coca-Cola Nostalgia’ to see my choice.

This story came to mind when I first saw the challenge word.

I thought I’d add it here.

Enjoy …. 😎
Chevrolet Impala A side.web Do you see the back seat in this Chevy Impala?

Do you think this was my seat in the car?

No, it was not.

My older sister sat in that seat right behind my mother.

My younger sister sat in the middle.

My 2 year old brother sat on my mothers lap.

Yes, you read that correctly.

It was way, way before car seats for children were mandatory.

If there’d been an accident, his face would’ve been mashed potatoes. The dashboard on the old cars were as hard as a wall.

chevrolet-red-dashboard-webI was on the other side of the back seat right behind my father.

There was no air conditioning. The wide windows were rolled down the minute we got in the car.
For me, the Sunday after church outings were always ‘The ride from hell’.

My fathers was a chain smoker. He smoked the best ones from that era. You know ‘Camels’, the unfiltered cigarettes.

They were very short which meant he’d light another cigarette as soon he was finished inhaling the first one.

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.

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The stench and ashes in my face were disgusting.

Have you ever tasted burnt ashes??
I did. It was repulsive.

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 for spoiling everyones enjoyment of their Sunday drive.

We lived in a Brownstone which meant no garage.

In the summer, the seats were always scorching hot. There wasn’t a summer day I didn’t burn 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.

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When we’d arrive at our destination, whether a park, the beach or one of their friends homes,

I’d have to sit until the dizzy feeling would pass.

Seltzer was the beverage I had to drink to settle my stomach while the others drank cokes.

I think about the fact that I do have those Sunday drives as a memory.
But, I just wish it could have been more fun for me.

Incidentally, I’ve never smoked because of those experiences.
Something good did come out of those Sunday rides, after all.
2016©Isadora DeLaVega

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Author: Inside the Mind of Isadora

Intriguing, sensitive, mysterious, loving, artistic and crackling with excitement for life is a pretty good description of who I am. I just retired from the world of art where I sold my Artfully Designed Handmade Jewelry for 28 years; although, art will always be a part of who I am no matter what venue I choose to express it in.

23 thoughts on “Nostalgia – Ride in the Family Chevrolet

  1. Reblogged this on ASAP Transport Solutions and commented:
    some nice pics here


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  3. thank you for this story, Issy!

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  4. A trip to nostalgia, father had the Impala 1959 in green with a cream top. 🙂

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  5. OMG Izzy I loved this post! I had 4 brothers and on Sundays for a treat we’d all pile into the family Chevy wagon and dad would drive (mom in the passenger seat of course) over some of the roads with big hills so the kids could get “tummy tickles”. No AC of course so windows were down. Mom was always having hot flashes and telling dad to slow down and we’d all laugh at her nerves as she lit up another L&M. Everyone in my family except dad smoked (including me for a few years) and guess who died of cancer? Yep my poor dad, I suppose a victim of second hand smoke. After I moved away I quit smoking and I always thought about how my poor dad must have felt coming into the house where 6 smokers lived. UGH!! Anyway, your post really brought back a fun memory of those days when a ride in the car was the cheapest entertainmetn around!

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    • GOSH … L & M cigarettes – I remember them too. : )
      I think many families took car rides on Sundays. At times, we went no where except for a ride. It was such a special thing to do since few people had cars. My older sister and father smoked all the time. I’m sure the 2nd hand smoke didn’t help your fathers health. But, no one knew back then.
      True stories seem to bring back great memories for so many. Good or bad no one can take them away.
      When my kids were pre-teens we used to take them for car rides near an area where we lived that had hills. I used to love it. Though, I was the one screaming FASTER. LOL I’m happy, Tina, that this post brought back fond memories.


  6. I remember the burning of those vinyl seats in my mother’s station wagon! My Mom smoked Kools and my Dad smoked Marlbouroughs so our house was one big cloud of smoke.

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  8. Oh poor little Issy, I’d like to give her a great big hug. How times have changed.

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  9. Oh, Izzy, I can smell those cigarettes! You poor thing. I guess it’s a good thing he didn’t chew tobacco and spit. 🙂 But I can see why you never smoked.


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  10. You’ve brought this journey to life… with all its discomforts. A good read.

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