Since Sunday was Mother’s Day and I wrote about my Mom yesterday, I wanted to dedicate the whole week to stories that involve moms in one form or another. So, here goes….<\/p>\n
Back in the late 70s before it was against the law to not wear seatbelts, my mom was driving my sister and I to visit my grandmother in [url=http:\/\/maps.google.com\/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=sturbridge,+ma&ie=UTF8&z=12&om=1]Sturbridge[\/url]. If I remember correctly, my mom owned a huge, green station wagon and, to be honest I’m not even sure if that car had any seatbelts. So, we were sitting, un-seatbelted, in the back seats watching the winter scenery pass by. As we came around a corner, I recall feeling the rear end of the car start to twitch around and slide a bit as we hit a patch of ice.<\/p>\n
My mom, in a very calm, fighter pilot type voice said just two words – “Hold on…”<\/p>\n
A couple of seconds later, the car slid across the center of the road and we crashed into a tree or a hill or something on the side of the road. Luckily, my sister and I were fine although I think we both ended up on the floor and my mom was okay as well. We got out and a passing driver must have stopped to see if we were alright because I seem to remember the car being towed away.<\/p>\n
This memory of my mother’s voice telling us to hold on is seared into my brain and it makes me laugh every time I think about it.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Since Sunday was Mother’s Day and I wrote about my Mom yesterday, I wanted to dedicate the whole week to stories that involve moms in one form or another. So, here goes…. Back in the late 70s before it was … Continue reading