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Personally in 1955 I was set back in my auto driving as I started learning on an automatic Oldsmobile 98. Yes, at nine years old, I would crawl into the front seat, start the car and back down the dirt trail that led to the south fields of the Farnsworth place. When I reached the gate, I would put the car in D and drive to the edge of the dirt driveway. No telling how many hours I spent doing this routine back and forth. Then Daddy traded for a used 1953 Ford stick shift .
That change in automobiles set me back a full 6 months behind Reba Jane. Crook would put Reba in his lap and allow her to steer long before her feet could reach pedals. By the time we were 10 years old we were driving those country roads along with all the other kids. Most of the boys were driving tractors and combines for the family farms that dotted our community.
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Our car was all black.
|View of TI looking north to northeast, |
Semiconductor building in upper center.
With Mom on her way to TI, at the ripe old age of 12 years, I would drive my 4 year old sister the mile or so back to the Farnsworth house. Propane gas stove in the kitchen, open Dearborne heaters in one or two rooms of the house and a path for a bathroom. That would be around 4:00 pm and Daddy would not be home till sometimes 7 or 8 at night. Before bedtime, I would crawl back in the car, Daddy in the pickup with Arlene. We would go back to the corner and park the car for Mom to come home in after she returned from her second shift work. That started in December of 1958 and did not end till Oct. 1961 when we moved to Allen, TX.
|All chrome and fins! And my mom had it|
up to 100 mph more than once.
As I am becoming stronger after the knee surgery, I am discovering the need to learn a few new tricks. The slight difference in the movement of the artificial joint can be a little unsettling as it begins to loosen up with healing. So while I am strong enough to walk without much aid, I feel a little more secure having a cane or walker in hand. Pretty sure that in no time I'll get the hang of the rhythmic needs of the knee and not longer be "grinding the gears".