CAR RIDES
When our mother got her license and
car, we would go for a ride on the back roads, and she would show us
where her relatives lived. She would say, "Just once more, before I die, I
would love to go up that hill again."
By 1964, Mom had gotten a brand-new
Ford Galaxy, white and red inside, her third
car. Her first was in 1959, a white Ford Fairlane, and her second, in 1962, was
a new Studebaker, but we only had this one about a year because it was a real
lemon. My father always wanted everything to be made in the USA. If he got
anything made in Japan, he wouldn't keep it, so he was a die-hard Ford man.
I think this was because of serving in the Army during the Second World War.
Speaking of cars, Daddy liked to tell the story about how he and a group of
friends were driving in Newburgh. They must have been drinking, because they
were pulled over and asked who was driving the car. My father answered,
"No one, officer, we were all in the back seat." He got a bigger
laugh each time retold the story.
Mom had a brother who lived with his
family on Berea Road in Walden, on the Siegman Farm. We would drive there
occasionally. There was an Uncle Gene, Grandpa Blake's brother; he lived at
our house awhile, and after he passed away, Grandma swore she would see him
coming from his bedroom in a long nightshirt. That bedroom became the
bathroom later on.
ITALIAN FEAST
In town every summer, there was the
Italian feast, a fair for three days put on by
the Catholic Church. There were games, rides, and lots of food. It was a
highlight of every summer.
CIRCUS
Also, every year for a while, the
circus train on its way to New York would stop in Maybrook, down from the
drugstore. We would get a half-day off from school for this; there were clowns,
elephants, and many workers that would be walking in town: including the tall
man, the bearded lady, and more, a real treat for all of us.
CHURCH
We were raised Catholic, baptized as a trio when we were two, four, and six. We have the
same godfather and godmother, Uncle Dori and Aunt Ruth. We all got a necklace
and a stuffed clown, about two feet high, with a plastic face. This clown
frightened me and changed my opinion of clowns forever after.
When we had no car, it meant walking
to church every Sunday morning in all kinds of weather, with a dime in hand
for the collection basket, and after church we went on to Sunday School.
We went to church
every Sunday, but we had others who came much
less often. We called some of them "C
and E Catholics," as they were Christmas and Easter churchgoers.
These were two special times,
Midnight Mass Christmas Eve and Easter. Every Easter much thought went into
our outfits. As we got into our teens, we got to pick them out: suits or new
coats, hats, shoes, bags, what collar, long coat, short coat.
Easter morning, off we went proudly
and eager to see what everyone wore. The line to the altar to take
Communion was like a fashion runway. You went a little more slowly, walked a
little taller, and in your head you thought: I know I look the best.
Thinking about it now, we don't know how our parents got us all that we had.
They both worked, but I know it must have cost plenty.
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