Five of the six siblings. Husby is the cutie on the far right. |
Family travel in the late fifties was . . . interesting.
I don’t know how we survived it.
The kids were herded, en masse, into the back seat of the car and the door was shut.
The youngest invariably rode up front, between Mom and Dad.
No one was buckled in.
The kids rolled around in the back seat like dried peas.
Interaction between the two quadrants of the car was usually accomplished by someone in the back standing up and leaning comfortably over the front seat.
As a sop to safety, the driver often extended an arm sideways when braking.
Yep. Interesting.
Six-year-old Husby was traveling with his family.
Mom. Dad. Six kids.
Their sedan was hurtling over paved roads at speeds close to 60 MPH.
They passed a road sign.
Suggested speed – 60 MPH.
“Dad.” Husby was standing up, leaning over the seat. “What does that sign mean?”
His dad glanced at the sign. “That means we’re supposed to travel at sixty miles-per-hour,” he said. He pointed to the speedometer. “See?”
“Oh.”
Just then, another car sped past them, obviously going far faster than the ‘suggested’ speed.
“How come that guy is going faster?”
“Because he isn’t obeying the law.”
“Oh.”
Things were quiet for a moment. Well, as quiet as a car carrying eight people can be.
Then, “Dad. What happens if you go too fast?”
“The police will pinch you.”
“Oh.”
Husby thought about this for a long time. The police will ‘pinch’ you?
Obviously, it was something to be avoided and/or feared. Husby had been pinched before. It was momentarily painful, but not terribly so. The police must do something really different to make people afraid of being pinched.
Finally, “Dad? When the police pinch you, do they use pliers?”
A six-year-old mind hard at work . . .
There's probably nothing the police could do that would pinch as hard as my sister could when she got really mad at me. Just sayin'.
ReplyDeleteGetting pinched. I often wonder where that term came from. Mom talked about the local railroad inspector getting pinched after letting people ride on the handcart. She told me that they take a big chunk out of your arm. Well, with some of the fines that have to be paid, that could easily equal losing a 'pound of flesh.'
ReplyDeleteOh, the things I missed, growing up in New York City in a family that didn’t own a car...
ReplyDeleteSo funny. From the mouths (and minds) of babes.
ReplyDeleteIt really is interesting to see little minds at work trying to figure out the world. Wonderfully interesting.
ReplyDeleteWhat a nice-looking bunch of boys (and mom)!
I can see some very strong resemblances in that family photo?
ReplyDeleteDoes husby retain his enquiring and logical mind? I do hope so.
He was born to think deeply, that one.
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