who remembers this?
sitting backwards
making faces
rolling around on turns
cigarette smoke-filled air
fighting over who could sit there
the door that swung open
back window down
best seat ever.
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“like all great travelers, i have seen more than i remember, and remember more than i have seen.”
-benjamin disraeli
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Those were the days! Nothing was PC! Lol.
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Right -)
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😄🤣
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Ahh, those were the days! Thanks, Beth, that really took me back to some great memories!
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Amazing we are all alive )
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No seatbelts! It was always fun riding in the back!
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Yes!
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Wow. Nostalgia surges.
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It takes you right back, doesn’t it?
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I totally remember
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Me too
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glorious times, Beth; the back seat of the car was often a rumpus room for the kids; somehow we got by and now they are driving their own vehicles, albeit under much more regulated conditions ….
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yes!
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Our entire youth was one long episode of survivor..we just didn’t know it. (But did our parents? 😂)
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it so was! and hmmmmm…..)
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My husband is pretty convinced his parents were trying to “thin the herd..”
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😂
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Get me on the ME TOO list. We had a fun childhood, didn’t we?!!
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So fun !
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I was so jealous of my friend, whose parents had one! Of courses there were six kids in that family!
As unlike my parents, hers did not smoke.
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Ah!
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I remember sitting backwards, upset stomach, begging to stop, losing my lunch, parents quarreling, vowing never to be forced into the rear seat again. Still can’t travel backward on a train, Beth.
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I can’t either , but back then it didn’t bother me
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We called it the Vomit Comet. It was mint green with red pleather interior. Because there were 10 kids, my parents actually had to take two cars when we went on trips. In those pre-cellphone days, my main memory is driving down a freeway in one vehicle and seeing the other one heading across overpass in opposite direction.
Good times!
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That is a great memory
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We had a car just like that! And we did the exact same things. One of the most fun things we did was when my mother was driving on the highway, one of my siblings in the front passenger seat would open the window and throw out a cotton ball and it would travel to the back of the station wagon and come back in through the side window. I loved sitting in the way back and looking at the drivers behind us. Sometimes they would wave and my friends and I would duck down! Thanks for the memories, Beth 🙂
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That is excellent!
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Yes!! I even remember riding on top when we were out on rural roads… Imagine that?!?!
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That is hilarious!
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I wish I had seen one of these…and if only I had been alive to buy a car with wood paneling!
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I could picture you loving it
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We had a station wagon, but no back seat. I remember (kind of) a taxi ride in Seattle where I sat back there. The Disraeli quote…sigh…how true is that!?
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Yes!
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Sounds like wonderful, light-hearted childhood memories!
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always an adventure trip
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Thank you so much for sharing. This made me smile 😊
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Loved!!! Sitting back there
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The best!
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Ah yes. Hair in pigtails, the family dog drooling on my leg. Looking back now, those are
Cherished memories. Back then, my brother and I hated the whipping wind (no a/c so windows stayed open) and argued about who went over their side first 😂
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Yes, all of that
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Definitely.
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We didn’t have a “fancy” station wagon, so we just piled into the “way back.”
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That works!
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No station wagon in my family. Just my father’s Oldsmobile. Growing up in “Happy Days” was a real trip. I remember it fondly. So very, very different from today.
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Miss those times…thank you beth…It was beautiful
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Me too and thank you)
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That’s an interesting quote to ponder as well.
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I thought so too-
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Absolutely.
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Who could forget?)
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I look back to those days in awe of my parents. Traveling cross-country with four boys and a station wagon full of camping stuff was not a task for the meek. Somehow, they weren’t fazed.
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woah – quite brave pioneers
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Loved Dad’s station wagons:)
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I’ll bet!
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I remember! We had a blue station wagon with a back window that wound down from the outside, and then we graduated to a hatchback model with coveted ‘way back’ seats!
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woo hoo! a big day
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Oh the memories this brings up. I think the worst of it was the cigarette smoke of both parents riding from NY to Georgia in summer with 2 brother sick with measles so they tacked up army blankets all the way around to keep it dark and so hot. Thought we would all die on that trip. With 4 kids, we always had a station wagon.
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Wow
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Yes! We called it ‘the way back’.
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perfect
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I remember 🙂
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At different times in my childhood, we had a station wagon and a pickup truck. I got all of the best seats to take rides in that would give parents the vapors today!
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So true and fun!
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We didn’t have one but I definitely remember them
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so much fun and a neighbor usually had one if someone didn’t
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The days of no seatbelts, in the back of pickup trucks, laying on the floor of the car with pillows. Doesn’t even seem like a real memory anymore.
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You are so right
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