I learned to drive in high school. I had a teacher back then who used to
be a police officer. Don’t ask me why he was, I have no idea.. ANYWAY..
he was a very strict driver’s training teacher. Kids used to do anything to
try and get out of his rotation. I guess in hindsight, it was the best teacher
I could have had. When I went to take my test, I had to borrow the neighbors
car because all our vehicles had stick shift. I still am not good with a stick
to this day. I took my driving test with a deputy sherriff because the person
in charge was not there, when I came in to be tested. Back in those days there
was NO big deal about who tested you. I sweated through the test so bad
that when I arrived back to have my picture taken, the lady said to me.."good thing
you aren’t taking a picture of your clothing." The whole back of my shirt was
I was so happy when it all was over. Up until then I had not had a real key
chain of my own with keys to the house and such. Dad didn’t think we
should carry any keys. Once I had my license.. it all changed.
I went to our local dime store. You could find everything there.
It had two floors and even a whole long counter type candy
display where you could pay by the pound for whatever kinds
you wanted. I close my eyes and I can see the entire store and
where everything was. (you know the store SUE.) I searched
for a key chain. I wanted something that would last me and
something I could find in my purse. I setttled on a leather one.
It had a tree stamped into it. THAT was over 40 years ago.
I STILL HAVE IT… YES I DO.. I carried it for about
30 years!! I lost it so many times. In stores and in
weird places.. but it always came back to me!!
AWHILE back I found it again. SEE how it has aged.
It started out a light leather color!
The rings are from our county fair. US gals used to
have names stamped into them,but they are now smooth
as can be. When you enlarge the picture you can see
the house key and the car keys. Those are from my
1973 Chevy Chevelle and my house in California.
The house I lived in for 12 years. I moved out
of the house and it was torn down, I sure miss that place.
I retired the key chain and moved on to another one. The new one
had apartment keys and a new set of car keys.
(I still use that chain now. )
When I think to myself.. how many people can
carry the same keychain for 30 years… I WONDER?
Can I say I get attached to things.. ahhhh yes!!
The places that chain has been in it’s life…one is in many many
children’s hands. One is in hundreds of purses. I am not sentimental
about those. … So thought I would share this story.
Looking for something else, found me staring
back at a treasured memory of past days in my lifetime.
HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!