Not my 56 Chevy, not my photo, borrowed from internet.
In 1962, I turned 18 and started my first Real Job. Credit checker at Aetna Finance in Savannah, GA.
For the first few months, I rode a city bus to work, and had to walk about 20 blocks in HIGH heel shoes, 3 inch spikes, pointed toes. NOTE: I say HAD to but it was by choice. For months the first thing I bought each week when I got paid, was a new pair of shoes. My mother thought I was quite Mad.
I did not know how to drive because my Dad was of the OLD school. My brother was taught to drive at 15, bought his own car at 16. I was a GIRL, did not need to learn. (also boys did not do housework, his only job was take out the trash, mow grass, which is what I rather do. oops! soap box sermon.
Anyhoo.... Daddy did consent to cosign with me at the bank and we borrowed $500.00 and I purchased a car exactly like this one, same color and size. Steering wheel was 3 feet across, or so it seemed. And taught myself how to drive. I was a bird set free, no more buses.
|Internet pic, I had this shoe in this color, black, red, white and in patent leather and leather.|
The problem was not solved with the pinched toes and walking, because there was no where to park in downtown Savannah, I had to pay 2 dollars a week to park in a lot, which happened to be about 20 blocks from my place of employment.
The most excitement I remember from the long walk to work and the pain of high heels is this. There was an armed robber, hitting the finance company's, for about a month before they caught him. YES! they did have armed robbers in 1962 and all business then was CASH.
You are thinking what could be exciting about that. Each morning and each night, I had an escort by a GORGEOUS Motorcycle Officer. He would meet me at the lot and slowly ride in the street until I was safe inside. OH MY! I can't believe I never asked him to let me ride behind him... of course I did have on a kind of short skirt.... GUESS WHAT? I had the same escort back to the car in the evening at 5PM.... Thanks Madi and Mom for jogging up this memory. The sad news is, they caught the robber.
Today MADsnapper is joining MADMadi and Mom on a road trip into the past. WE are celebrating Madi's 16th birthday in Blogville. HAPPY BIRTHDAY Dear Madi... Madi And Mom