Way back in 1965 was where I fixed my first car. My dad was working on an old Chevy station wagon when the wrench he was using slipped and he tore his knuckles open and being a guy and a guy in pain, he took that wrench and beat on the inside of the fender of the car. Now one has to realize those cars back then could with stand a fair amount of beating and most times all was really accomplished was to knock some mud off the fender well. After I witness all of this and watching my Dad stomp off to the house to receive some first-aid from Mom, I decided Id help my Dad out and which I did with a crochet mallet! While I was helping to fix the car I recited the choice words I heard and retained those words in my memory for future mechanicin jobs in the future. Then I waltzed into the house and proudly announced that I had fixed the car for my Dad as I was still dragging the crochet mallet. Well my dad jumped up and rushed outside find four windows spider-webbed on the that old station wagon, I worked it over real good! Now my father was not...pleased...at my handy work. In fact he was about to pop a blood vessel in his forehead and then Mom intervened and told him that I was just doing what I had saw him do. Well it got me off the hook but Dad did not allow to fix anymore cars until I was in High School!
Posted on: Tue, 12 Nov 2013 02:34:55 +0000