On Wednesday, I went to visit my mother-in-law, also known in our family as “Mema”. It had been a few weeks since I’d seen Mema, and we had a great visit. As we sat in our rocking chairs, we began reminiscing about days gone by.
Somehow the subject of cars came up, and we began discussing some of the ” car mishaps” that Mema has been involved in over the years. There have been a few…
The first car mishap took place somewhere around the late 1950’s. My hubby, Ed, was an older child by then, probably eleven, but his two younger brothers were still quite young. Ed had been painting on this particular day, when he forgot and left the can of paint and brush unattended. Ed’s little brothers found the paint and proceeded to paint all over their mother’s car with it! Fortunately, their handiwork was soon discovered, before it had a chance to dry and ruin the car, but Ed still got into trouble for his error! (Above is a photo of Ed’s dad and his little brothers, along with the car)
I guess you could say Ed got his payback for the “car painting incident”, some years later, when his mother accidentally set his car door on fire by placing a lit cigarette butt in a paper cup in the car door! Ed and his mom were in the drug store browsing, when a person came rushing in to say that somebody’s car outside was on fire! It happened to be mine and Ed’s! Fortunately, the damage was minor, but Ed was still left with a hole burned into the upholstery of the door! Ed’s mom offered to pay for the damage, but we decided not to worry about it. We sold the car a few months later.
I happened to be involved in ” car mishap #3″. By this time, Mema was driving a 1975, black Ford Elite. This car was actually the first new car that Ed and I ever owned. We bought it new, but later sold it to her. Ed’s mom and I had been on a shopping trip and were on our way back home, when suddenly a large black cow wandered out onto the highway… Mema applied the brakes, but wasn’t able to come to a complete stop before hitting the cow. The car knocked the cow off its feet with a thud. However, the cow was able to get back up on her feet and walk away, with nothing more than a few bumps and bruises. Luckily, this happened back in the day when cars were still made with sturdy metal bumpers, so it didn’t hurt the car either–not even a scratch!
Car mishap #4 involved a different car, many years later, and the car wasn’t so lucky this time! It all began when my mother-in-law headed to work one morning, and ended up literally driving into the building where she worked! She’s still not quite sure what happened, but somehow the car was propelled straight through the front of the building, and into the waiting room of the doctor’s office where she worked! Fortunately, nobody was injured, but I can’t say the same for the car. Every piece of that car was either dented or scraped! It was a total loss. The building didn’t look so good either! (Somewhere we have a newspaper clipping showing this, but I’ve looked everywhere and can’t find it)
Mema’s next car was a lovely baby blue Grand Marquis. I always loved that car! Unfortunately, this car was involved in two–yes, two– “mishaps”! The first accident occurred when another driver ran a red light, and plowed into the side of the car, while Ed’s parents and another couple were in it. Nobody was seriously injured, but the car was! The car was repaired and eventually my husband ended up owning it.
The second, and final “mishap” involving the baby blue Grand Marquis occurred late one evening, when Ed sped off in it to see about our daughter, who called and said she thought she heard an intruder outside of her home! Ed lost control of the car on the curve in our road, and landed upside down in the middle of the soybean field between our home and hers! I don’t know how Ed escaped with only a broken shoulder, hurt knee, and lots of bumps and bruises. The car rolled several times before coming to rest on its top! Ed’s a very lucky man–the car? Not so lucky. Another total loss.
MeMa bought one final new car after the blue Grand Marquis, a white Lincoln Town Car. It was a beauty, and came equipped with all sorts of “bells and whistles”. It was the nicest car she’d ever owned. These days her car sits at her house, parked under the car port. It only gets driven on special occasions. It’s been nearly ten years since Mema stopped driving, which means the days of Mema’s car mishaps are a thing of the past…hopefully!