The Power of Thought

It's guest Friday, or should I say it's Dorothy Skarles Friday? 

Today Dorothy introduces us to the power of thought.  And what a powerful thinking little gal she was as a child.  Heck, it's how she got her first car.

Welcome Dorothy.

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 At times, a memory has a funny way of entering your thoughts. You can see, hear or read something that will power an image or an expression of someone or something remembered. That is what happened to me when a friend from Texas sent me some Southern jokes that she knew I would understand.

I was smiling and laughing to myself when I came across several jokes that immediately reminded me of my daddy's Mississippi Southern ways.

First, when I was very young, he taught me how to spell Mississippi. 

M I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, crooked letter, crooked letter, I, Hump back, Hump back, I. It was a long time before I could spell it the dictionary way.

The second thing I learned as I was growing up was that my daddy never ever said anything he didn't mean.

Which brings me to the one Southern joke that made me remember how I got my first car: "We don't need no dang Driver's Ed. If our mama says we can drive, we can drive."

Well, my mama didn't say this, but my daddy sure did. At least he did to my way of thinken.


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I still remember running into the house at six in the morning, and into my mother's and dad's bedroom.  "Daddy daddy, I missed the school bus, and I don't know how I am going to get to school."

My dad raised his head from the pillow and looked at me. "Pumpkin, take the car. If you can drive it, I'll give you the pink slip."

I quickly reached in the pocket of my daddy's pants hanging up on the door and got his car keys. I smiled, waved goodbye, and off I went.

My daddy never had to tell me anything twice!

I stripped gears all the way out of the drive-way to the highway, and headed for school.

My mama told me afterwards that daddy turned to her and asked, "Did she really take the car?"  And mama answered, "Well, you told her you'd give her the pink slip if she could drive."


And that is how my daddy gave me my first car!
Now it's your turn to dash off a memory for your memoir with a few questions to answer.

1. How did you get your first car? Did you buy it or did someone give it to you?
2. How old were you? (I was fourteen going on fifteen)
3. Was your first car an old one or a new one? (mine was a six year old Plymouth)
4. How did you get the money for the car? Did you borrow it? Or work for it?
5. Did you save part of your pay check for a car?
6. How many weeks or months did you have to save before you could buy the car you wanted?
7. Did you have to do any work on the car, before driving it?

daskarles©2011

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Thanks Dorothy!