Back to my playground…

 

After a fairly hectic work week, I curled up in front of the television and watched a favorite movie, Heart Like a Wheel; kind of a chick-flick for someone who once enjoyed tearing down a quarter mile at breakneck speeds. 

                                  

That would be…me.  

Later, my dreams had me drag racing through the night and into the early morning hours.  Today, I’ve been in some pretty deep thought about what I would redo in my past, if I had just one chance to return to what used to be…my playground.

Trust me, there is plenty and it’s difficult to focus on just one thing but…for fun’s sake, I’d walk, no run, back to the late 60’s and a chance to earn my NHRA Competition License.

I was close back then, very close.  A local speed shop owner offered me the opportunity to drive his AA/Gas Dragster to qualify at a local drag strip.  The requirements were not as strict as they are today even as dragsters started approaching speeds of 200 mph.  If you were a street racer and week-end competitor at a drag strip, having that important piece of paper gave you an edge, if not just bragging rights.   Aside from those rights, there were great memories of the various racing events which gave me the thrill of meeting so many big names in racing, among them, Shirley Muldowney, who advised me to follow my dreams and “show these guys what you’re made of…get that license!”

And I wanted one…badly.

In 1967, the NHRA’s requirements were as follows…”Known, qualified, competent drivers will be the first to receive their license upon the recommendation of their home strip manager. These experts then become the backbone of the entire program. Their judgement and experience, along with that of the strip manager, determines who shall be licensed later. Each strip manager will be a member of the Licensing Committee for his strip. Other members will be at least two licensed drivers at each meet.

The driver’s test will basically consist of a series of runs before the Licensing Committee, working gradually to a full quarter-mile under power and at progressively faster speeds. Should a driver not pass his first or subsequent tests, he can continue to apply at each meet, but is limited to single runs until he passes the test and receives his license from the Division Director.”

I was a ready-teddy, armed with a competitive and mechanical background, necessary signatures and that need-for-speed.  The only drawback was the dragster at hand and questions about the safety of both its design and performance.  As I said, I was close but those questions were to keep me from making what could have been a dangerous attempt to grab that precious license.

It just wasn’t meant to be and I gave up the chance only to learn, a few months later, the rail job exploded during a race and the driver was severely injured. 

That…could have been me.

But, if given that chance to go back to that playground and try it all again?  You bet your gas, I would!

 

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From Mama Kat’s Writers Workshop… Tell us about a favorite side hobby you’ve had at some point in your life.

A favorite post from several years ago which fit this prompt…perfectly.  Drag racing, a hobby?  It was so much more than that, mostly one of the most exciting things I’ve ever done.  Mostly.  I’m sure there have been others but with everything involved in owning and racing a car, I can look back on so much knowledge learned and some sorrow with not having my GTO any longer.  But, I wouldn’t have missed it all, not for the world!

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Every new beginning comes…

Flicker of Inspiration Prompt #30: Year’s End
The theme is “Year’s End” and whatever that means for you.

I just love writing prompts, they get my brain in motion and help me to come out swinging when blogfluenza strikes and squashes my creativity. Where now do I begin with regard to describing what an ending means to me as I sit on the threshold of one more…beginning?


Let me think. For starters, 2011 was a somewhat better year than its predecessor and a few before that.  Economically-speaking, a fair yet painfully slow improvement emerged for our struggling universe.   As we look toward 2012, hope will prevail that we will see the cloud cover of financial doom give way to brighter skies of promise in the way of jobs and more. But, the very best part of this year?    Our American troops returning from Iraq.  Welcome Home to all!

<Just call this..my need to insert some 2011 parental pride.>  In my immediate life, this year saw our family grow by one more with the welcome addition of our new daughter-in-law, thanks to the excellent judgment of our son John. Continuing in her position as the APC of a Florida high school, our oldest daughter Jen maintains a pivotal role in the organization and dedication to both students and faculty she oversees.   On the animal rescue front, Jill, our middle daughter,  acts in an official capacity as our local Dog Control Officer, on duty 24/7, dealing both with happy and heart-wrenching endings when she responds to countless pet emergency calls.  She is a force to be reckoned with when it comes to animal welfare.

<And more pride> Four amazing grandchildren who are absolute joys.  Beautiful Emma and handsome Jake, Matthew and Jaden.  Did I mention brilliant as well?

Other things didn’t change much this past year with regard to extended family; mine and that of several close friends.   Years of stupid disagreements continue to drive a wedge in what should be happy times of togetherness between various people in my life.  Holidays or any other times of celebration find too many families hovering , almost combatively,  from different corners, glaring at each other because of misdirected pride and ignorance,  sometimes fueled by the vindictiveness of others.

Alzheimer’s disease worked its horror to end the life of an uncle, one of my late mother’s two brothers.  His passing was well over one year ago but no one thought to call me with the news.    Now, I recently heard through family channels that this wretched disease is slowly turning its focus on the last surviving brother.   I sit here and wonder, no, make that fear, that this legacy of destruction will become my future.

A favorite blogger responded in her usual, elegant, style to this prompt and as I sat reading her post, I thought about how meaningful her words were.  She summed-up her feelings perfectly and left me wishing that I had written those words but I was gently reminded that, through blogging, we learn from others.  We share and we grow.  Mostly, we write from our hearts.

This has been from my heart and I’ll share what I think is a fitting quote…..“Year’s end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us.”  ~Hal Borland

Well, for me, every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.  Out with the old and in with a Very Happy New Year!


 

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All I really want…

I was three years old when Spike Jones released this recording and it was one of just a few 78 rpm records that were played in my home during each Christmas season.  Back then, holiday music that was geared towards children didn’t have Grandma getting trashed by a demonic reindeer; songs were very few but still special in other ways or, like this one, just plain silly.  For me, hearing this music represented a time of peace in my home. Christmas seemed to put a protective cloak around a child who lived with hurt during the rest of the year.  Christmas made me feel safe.

My gift requests were simple, as I remember.  Always a doll, usually a Madame Alexander who was absolute perfection in the world of toys for girls.  I wasn’t allowed to play with any of them, each one sat on a shelf in my room and looked down, waiting for my daily admiration.   

One year, I was presented with Tiny Tears, a chubby rubber baby doll that cried.  She came with a bottle for feedings and when her stomach was pressed, tears rolled from her eyes.  I so over hydrated that doll with water that her little rubber butt soon rotted and my mother threw her in the trash.  I went searching through our garbage on a rescue mission but failed.  Sadly, I watched from a window as the sanitation truck hauled away the one doll I truly killed with too much love.

Now, many years later, what is it that I really want for Christmas?   Not much in the way of material things, that’s for sure.  I have my two front teeth (and several others) thanks to the creative, and expensive, work from our family Dentist.  He thanks me every day when he fires up his Land Rover. 

Certainly, I wish for a better economy in the year ahead, more cures for the diseases that so many suffer with and for the safe return home of our military who sacrifice so much in protecting our freedoms.

If I were to write a letter to Santa at this very moment, I’d ask him to find and bring me my 66′ GTO.  In that letter, I’d write down the VIN to make his search easier.  And, I’d ask for my Tiny Tears doll too.  Rotted rubber butt and all.

Hey, you never know!

 

workshop-button-1From Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop…Take a line from a song you love and turn it into the title of your next blog post. Let the content follow.

Okay…this wasn’t about a song I particularly love, just some silly music from my childhood days.  And, right now, with all that is going on in our world, we NEED a little silly…right this very minute!

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