Doesn't refer to the make of the car, but rather to the condition. It's an inside joke I probably shouldn't have used. My mom's heritage is pretty evident, even if mine ain't so much. Actually that car belonged to my Great Uncle Hiram McLaine, I believe. An inveterate secretive treasure hunter of the Wichita Mountains and locations unknown, who possessed obscure and puzzling maps and drawings to aid his searches. A Scotsman, also, as I remember.
Pictures and memories. I watched a news story today the mom lost her only adult child from a local murder....I fell out of chair when she said she destroyed all evidence of her existence after the Perp was convicted... she wanted to move on... no child hood pictures....it is as though her daughter ceased to exist...
Seeing you post confirms my belief that we keep and preserve our memories.
Yeah someday later on down the road, rjw4law, it will get down to memories are all you got. My dad's 76 years old and sits and looks out the window at the world down there in Oklahoma, and I know he's rememberin. I hope like him my good memories far outweigh the bad ones.
Why, I'm standin in front in my overalls, Nova. Yeah, TnMountains, I read Gypsy's post a lot about her dad, but I can't respond to it. We had to pull the plug on Mom. They had that thing with the graph that goes up and down, showin the heartbeat. It went beep, beep, beep, then beeeeeeeeeeeep. A flat line, just like on the TV in those hospital shows. I seen a lotta people die in my life, but it was kinda hard watchin my mom die, knowin that of all the fights I won, all the times I had cheated death, all the times I pulled out of a fix when there was no way I should have, there was not one single thing I could do. That was the end of it. Just a long flat line, and the nurse sayin she's gone. The way of all things, I guess.
That is a hard place to be. I was raised by my grandmother, my mother was there but, not really (nother story) but, the hospital had me make the decision if my grandmother started to go should they or not .... hard place to be!
This is the day the Lord hath made we shall rejoice and be glad in it!
Why, I'm standin in front in my overalls, Nova. Yeah, TnMountains, I read Gypsy's post a lot about her dad, but I can't respond to it. We had to pull the plug on Mom. They had that thing with the graph that goes up and down, showin the heartbeat. It went beep, beep, beep, then beeeeeeeeeeeep. A flat line, just like on the TV in those hospital shows. I seen a lotta people die in my life, but it was kinda hard watchin my mom die, knowin that of all the fights I won, all the times I had cheated death, all the times I pulled out of a fix when there was no way I should have, there was not one single thing I could do. That was the end of it. Just a long flat line, and the nurse sayin she's gone. The way of all things, I guess.
Sorry I did not see this sooner. My mom had an aortic arch replaced after many serious surgerys 5 years ago. My dad had been dead since I was 14. She took us fishing and got us two boys involved in hunting and grew us into men. She was our rock. After the valve it blew her lower arch out and she bled out.They put her on a machine to keep her alive. There was no coming back. I told them to let her go. Its hard but then its a hard life as well. I do not think you ever get over the loss Rginn but you learn to move on.
adios
Dont ever get rid of this pic! Its a classic! America was a different place back then. The suspenders, shoes, her dress, the car, and black and white. ITs classic Americana
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