Pin Ups and A Little Girls’ Memories

viHi Y’all.

This morning, my old
( and when I say old,
I mean ‘long-time’,
not ‘old’ like Driving
Miss Daisy, ya know….. )
friend Carolyn was
nice enough to send
me a previously unpublished
piece that she wrote
about her childhood memories
of her mechanic father —

— and the vintage calendar
pin-ups that he had apetty
hanging in his garage.

And, I thought it
would be perfect
for sharing with
all our friends
here on the
Muscleheaded Blog.

It brought more than
one sentimental tear
to this old man’s eye,
I can tell you.
And when I say ‘old’billmedcalf
in this case, well,
you know….

Anyhoo…
Here it is,
with a huge mucho gracias
to her for it:

::=====::

When I was a little girl,
I loved helping my dad 
work on cars in the driveway.

He taught me about
changing the oil,
replacing the wiper blades, a1
checking the battery,
checking the tires.

I really loved going to
the garage with him.I loved the smell of 
the gas and the oil,
all of the different tools, 

all of the different vehicles.

The mechanics
laughing
and talking,

while repairinggeorgepetty
and maintaining.

But, my very favorite
part was sitting
on the bench
in the office,
drinking rootbeer
from a bottle,

keeping company with
The Pin Up Girls.

I gave them names. harryekman
I told their stories.

.

Meri was December:
red velvet skirt,

crisp white blouse,
long bare legs,
big smile,
mistletoe sprouting from
her brunette pony-tail,
riding on the back of Santa’s bike,
helping him deliver all the presents
before the sun rose and
Mrs. Claus wondered why rake

he was so late coming home.

.

Julie was July:
bare feet, curly blonde hair,

short blue shorts,
barely-there striped yellow top,
more than a hint of cleavage,
stretched out in the
green grass relaxing,
remembering the cool
of spring, but not fazed,
in the least,
by the summer heat.april

.

Wendy was March:
walking her dog on

a busy city street,
on a blustery day,
not a care in the world,
dress billowing around her hips
revealing her stocking-covered legs
and black satin garter belt,
her grin revealing that she liked
putting on a show for the world.

.

Autumn was October: zenochbolles
surrounded by pumpkins,
hay stalks, and black cats,
silhouetted by the golden
harvest moon, her red hair
shinier than the stars,
her witch costume like
none I’d ever seen before,
she was a good witch,
not a mean one…
okay, well, maybe good,
with a little naughty thrown in.

.

Every year,
twelve different girls,
twelve different stories.goergepetty

Staring at the calendar,
dreaming of the day
I would have the looks
of a Pin Up Girl,
the attitude of a Pin Up Girl,
AND be the owner of the garage.

.

©CarolynS.WhenIWas
ALittleGirl.5.20.2003.

:: =============== ::

VIVE Les Pin Ups —
and my friend C !!!!!!!!

!!!! HOY !!!!!!!!

.

mec

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18 thoughts on “Pin Ups and A Little Girls’ Memories

  1. Thank you for sharing this, C! I am so honored that you would do so.
    HA! Thanks for clarifying that I am NOT Driving Miss Daisy old. But, if a young hunk dude wants to drive me, I’ll let him! 😉 😀
    HUGS!!! 🙂

  2. ktz2 says:

    Lovely piece, Carolyn !

  3. Brett says:

    Chris, this is a wonderful post all around! Nice pairing of the pinup images with her letter as well!

  4. Tell Carolyn we enjoyed her story. Oh that does bring back the memories of the Repair shops and gas stations. They all had at least one calendar, I think Snap-On Tools was the one at the station I hung out in . I always wondered what the girls and ladies thought of them when they ventured in.. The plumbing shop was a great place to stare at the Ridgid Tool girls. I know it made my tool Ridgid.

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