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It seems my neighbors were
always along when I got into trouble. One time Dad let me drive our pickup
over to the Nolen’s house to pick up Mom. She rode to work with Ruth Nolen
and usually Dad picked her up , but this particular day he was very busy
when it came time, so he let me have the keys. I was about 14, but had
been driving at home in the pasture and on the tractor in the fields, so
it wasn’t like I didn’t know how to drive.
The problem started when I let Jean Carol convince me
that she could really drive good , and would I let her drive down to the
mile intersection. Well, against my better judgment, I let her. When we
got to the intersection, she was supposed to pull over and let me have the
wheel, but instead, she decided to go ahead and turn the corner. Well, she
did! Turn the corner, that is! And right off the end of the culvert. There
we sat high-centered on the culvert. The right back wheel suspended in the
air over the ditch. We didn’t know how were going to get going again and
time was running out. We had about 15 minutes to get off and get to the
Nolens without anyone knowing what we had done.
As luck would have it, this happened right across the
corner from the old gym and directly across from Coach Hull’s house. Well,
embarrassed as we were, we gathered our courage and called on Coach for
help. He managed to get us back on the road again and we were only 5
minutes late. Mom was not too happy to see me driving, and she was more
than a little upset with Dad for allowing me to drive without a license.
And from then on , I never, ever let Jean Carol convince me she was a good
driver. AHHH!!!! the good old days!
Eulene (Noblett) Teakell, Class of 1960 |