There has been lots of talk this week about Mom’s old stationwagons. When we kids were young she always drove a stationwagon and used it to haul around a bunch of kids. Mom defied the laws of physics when it came to packing kids into the stationwagon. I have heard stories of her pulling into the Patterson Heights Baptist Church and seventeen kids getting out and going into Vacation Bible School. Personally, I always thought Mom should have gotten a job in the circus packing clowns into a car.
On the day of my mother’s death a friend of my sister’s called and told sis that “If they have stationwagon’s in Heaven, your mom is driving one around picking up kids to take to Vacation Bible School.”
I remember those old stationwagons well. Only one of them was ever bought new. Dad always bought one that had been wrecked and then totaled out by the insurance company and rebuilt it. The light beige one that was actually bought new was bought without an airconditioner. That was back in the days when an air conditioner was considered a luxury, and my folk didn’t believe in luxuries. That made for a memorable childhood trip across the desert on the way to California.