My mother used to have a blue Ford Maverick. It leaked antifreeze, so she kept an icecream bucket (they were made with metal handles back then) up underneath, to keep it from leaking in the yard. That blue Maverick had cloth and vinyl seats, which meant that there was a strip of cloth in between the seams of vinyl on each side. When you were little, it was perfect, because if you manuvered yourself just right, you could sit on the seat without burning yourself in the summertime. The cloth was a hodgepodge pattern of all different colors. Think of an explosion of Ike & Mike candies on a brown background. Ugly! But back then, it was a cute coupe of a ride, and i loved to go with mom in it. The radio knobs were squares that you pushed and the red meter would move right to the place where you programmed it. i remember listening to many songs in that car, songs i would not know the meaning of until later in life. Think “Afternoon Delight” by Starland Vocal Band, and you’ll understand what i mean. My biggest memory of riding in that Blue Maverick was going to Great Grandma & Great Grandpa Bodkins’ house to visit, and as we headed up the driveway from the highway, i blew my first bubble. It was extremely exciting for me, because i had been trying for so long. It was so exciting, in fact, i couldn’t think of what to do next! i burst out with some sound, and mom turned around to see what was the matter with me. There i lay, sprawled out across the backseat of that blue maverick, a yummy pink bubble protruding from the biggest smile my six year old little lips could muster. i can almost smell the chickens!
Momma Rich's 