Re: iris talk: OT HUMOR
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- Subject: Re: [iris-talk] iris talk: OT HUMOR
- From: R*@aol.com
- Date: Fri, 23 Jun 2000 10:04:48 EDT
In a message dated 06/22/2000 13:38:18 Eastern Daylight Time,
MeMa-265@webtv.net writes:
I loved this about the model-t! I first learned to drive a car when I was 14
and visiting my grandfather in N.C. You really had to be ambidextrous (if
that can be applied to feet) to drive one of those, and it was a challenge
for a beginner! In those days , you could drive at 14 if there with a
licensed driver with you and I used to drive 3 (old to me then!) old men to
Raleigh each week to watch the stock ticker-tape (my grandfather, his
brother, and their cousin) - they enjoyed bickering about how bad each drove
and how happy they were to have me instead -which, of course, I enjoyed.
The roads were graded, sandy, and washboard rough, so to have a smooth ride,
one had to drive the proper speed. The only paving was in most towns and the
cities! So! you see I was driving before most, if not all, of you were
born!!!! (AND I thank the good Lordthat I am still driving)
My grandmother had a beautiful garden near our tennis court and the other
side of a fence of delightul morning glories and heavenly smelling
honeysuckle. There were oh-so-fragrant roses, graceful cosmos, colorful
zinnias, but I can't remember any irises! But I was more interested in
taming the wild kittens, reading to the mules and the cow in the barn to
escape those "kissing cousins" that "paid calls" in the afternoon or
scratching the pigs' backs with a stick while sitting on the rails of the sty
-- anything to avoid company. It must have been aggravating to my mother who
wanted to showoff her curly-haired little girl - but I hated being teased
about being a Yankee! Rosalie nr Baltimore, USA , Baltimore zone 7
ryfigge@aol.com
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Hi. how many of you are senior enough to remember this: The Ford is my
auto; l shall not want another. ly maketh me to lie down beneath it; it
soureth my soul.lt leadeth me int the path o ridicule for its namesake.
Yea, though l ride through the valleys, l am towed up the hill. For l
fear much evil, thy rods and ty engnes discomfort me; l annoint my tires
with patches; my radiator runneth over. l repair blowouts in the
presence of mine enemies. Surely, if thi thing followeth me all the days
of my life, l shall dwell in the bghouse forever. (dedicated to the
Model T) l dont remember a crank car but dad had a crank tractor. l do
remember everybody always had a patch of iris but nobody bothered to
name them, darn the luck Laureen z4 Ne. >>
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