Today would have been my dad’s 85th birthday. He passed away in March ‘07 from pneumonia after having had a heart attack. So today, in honor of my dad, I thought I would share a few stories that were special to me.
My dad was a diesel truck mechanic at a lime plant outside of our little town. He was only 5′8″ but had about a 44″ chest. He had massive shoulders and was incredibly strong. His hands were massive as well. He wore a size 14 ring. No that is not a typo. Dad was always tinkering around with cars and my sister and I both got cars when we turned 16. But of course they were major fixer-uppers. Consequently, some of our favorite stories have to do with cars. My sister is 5 years older than me and when it came her time to get a car, my dad got her a Volkswagen Beetle with a sunroof. It was a pretty cool little car but it had a faded green paint job, so Dad promised her he would paint it for her. When he asked her what color she wanted she said purple! My sister had an obsession with purple. Dad said, “Now Jan, You can’t paint a car with just any old paint, it has to be automotive paint.” This was the mid 70’s and he wasn’t sure he could find purple automotive paint. What would be her second choice? She said blue, so off he went to see what he could find. When he returned he was really excited. There was a purple Plymouth Duster out at the time and he had returned with the perfect purple metallic paint. And so my sister’s infamous Purple Bug was born. It was something with it’s purple shag carpet and blue plaid seat covers! He was just as proud as Jan when it was done, maybe not as excited, but just as proud. Dad had always encouraged us to not just follow the crowd, but think for ourselves, so the fact that my sister wanted a purple car was fine by him. Read the rest of this entry »
