This is the note I found tucked under my doormat when I came home after a long week of school yesterday.
Dear Debbie Do, I’ve had Chevys all my life. The first one was a ’58 from the in-laws. The first family car was a Red ’63 Sting Ray. Over the years we’ve had a lot of different models, including a convertible Blazer and a couple of trucks. They were all Chevys. My favorite of all was our ’68 Camaro. It was mine while the 4-Wheel Drives were your father’s. I now have a 2001 Red Cavalier Z24 with a sunroof. That’s as sporty as I get at age 70. Although I think I still have time to get one more Red Chevy. Yes, you came from a Chevy family, but you manage to have a style of your own. You are unique in everything you do. I am so proud of you and your father would be, too. Here’s a big UGO GIRL, RAY-BAN. Don’t give up on your blog. Now that I have my laptop up and running I will follow you more. If only I could spell. LOL Love, Mom
P.S. I can’t wait to take our day trip down Route 66…soon I hope, and bring your camera.
Thoughts of my own: My mom is the best, the greatest, and such a gift in my life. When I saw her hand written note I was not surprised. She is always doing things for everyone. Her newly purchased laptop with Windows 8 has held some glitches. But she is very determined and can figure most anything out. Heck, we can walk through Bucheit (the local farm and feed store) and she can figure out what everything in there is used for. She knows how to handle most power tools and can put on her own siding. Also, she was holding back on the car anecdotes. I believe she learned how to drive a stick shift all by herself, and they knew her well at the DMV with her many attempts to get her license with that ’63 Vette. There was a Monte Carlo, a Malibu Classic, and she left off the Chevette that she owned for 12 years. While I can boast only 1 ticket in my whole life that Chevette was the first car I got pulled over in at Winter Brothers Park. Apparently 15 means 15 and not 50. On a final note…she definitely has another sporty Red Chevy left in her. I would love to see her in a Cobalt…oh, really a Camaro. As I get older she seems to get younger. Her attitude never changes. In fact, her positive attitude is the best gift she has ever passed along to me. Love you Mom! She shared with me a stack of pictures today. I’ll pass along some of them, and save some for another post or two. Psst, Chevys are pretty cool!!