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The road trips Our daddy was a truck driver, our mother was a cotton mill worker, and there were three girls and two boys in our family. We lived in Durham. After lunch on Sundays our daddy, who had been driving all week, would say, “Everybody in the car. We’re going on a trip.” How we loved to hear those words! Off we would go in our 1927 Chrysler touring car---all five of the children in the back seat. Daddy would tell us our destination. He would point out road marks. We played games and sang songs. Those road trips were precious to us, a great time of family togetherness. Our trip was about 1½ hours long. There wasn’t any wear and tear on the tires, and no gas or oil were used. No mileage was added to the odometer. My daddy never put his foot on the gas pedal or the brakes. The car never left the driveway. The love we shared during those road trips was not imaginary as our trip was. We children didn’t realize we were saving energy, we were just having fun. John Waller, Told to Deanna R. Yearwood |
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