On a morning news show, a host mentioned she bought her husband a vintage woody station wagon for his birthday; the car looked a lot like mine in decades past. It was a good car; I could lift the back and easily put all my groceries inside. Now, I need orangutan arms to lift the back hatch of my husband’s SUV and giraffe legs to climb inside.
Okay, it wasn’t all wine and roses, as the song states. The windshield wipers didn’t work; one blinding rainstorm I had to continually sweep my arm out across the windshield to see.
We said goodbye to the woody and I got a newer car…….I couldn’t put my groceries in back anymore…..but I could see in the rain…..(there were other things wrong with it, I am certain, though my eyes are glazed with the “rosyness” of time.
I packed my three kids in that woody……..without car seats, probably without seat belts. I packed them without traveling water bottles, (how they didn’t perish from dehydration I will never know.) We didn’t carry plastic water bottles back then; we didn’t carry snack bags filled with the now necessary Goldfish crackers or fruit. Somehow, we made it home without starvation setting in…….. We traveled light; me, my kids, and I, and maybe sometimes my toy poodle, along for the ride to Grandma’s.
Now, Grandma is gone, the woody is gone, my toy poodle is gone and my own children carry child car seats, water bottles, snack bags, and dogs in crates to Grandma’s house.
Life just seemed less complicated then……..when you checked to see if all children were in tow as you locked the front door, without enough tote bags and accessories for a cross country journey to the grocery store or Grandma’s.