Ron sent me this pic and asked that I post it to explain his reference to these numbers and letters in his comment posted on "Like Father Like Son" This is Carrie's license plate that Ron has keep (only proves a true Cianciaruso never throw anything away, you never know when you may need it, and this proves it ). So now you know the rest of the story...Friday, June 27, 2008
"Now you know the rest of the story"
Ron sent me this pic and asked that I post it to explain his reference to these numbers and letters in his comment posted on "Like Father Like Son" This is Carrie's license plate that Ron has keep (only proves a true Cianciaruso never throw anything away, you never know when you may need it, and this proves it ). So now you know the rest of the story...
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Bring back alot of memories for me. I was about 14 when mom got her license. Now it was time for a car...Uncle Mike (Conlon) took us around one Saturday, and we went to a car dealer in Mineola, called A1 Used cars, very near to Chaminade High School where Michael went. Uncle Mike gave it the once over and Mom was the proud owner of a 1974 Dodge Dart, Baby Blue. We drove it home and that was Mom's first taste of transportation indepdenence.
Its the same car that I was locked in the trunk for 1 hour, while trying to install her Car Stero.. but thats another story.
Mom was proud of her car and the licence plate became something that we remembered all the time. Especially me, as when I cut school and saw a Blue Dodge Dart coming down the street, I knew from a distance if it was her, based on the plate...
Gotta love memories
L - Ron
I remember that car ... Aunt Carrie did love it and was very proud of it. I didn't know that Dad helped her purchase it though ...
And, I never heard about you being locked in the trunk. LOL
Sometimes it seems like yesterday!
And,Ron .... you cut school??? hmmmm
Kel...Ron did not cut school. he amputated it..but that is another story...
LOL I like that one !!!!!
Why must all jokes come back to poor Nancy... she never hurt a fly
;-)
So while we are talking about MOM and her car, I might as well tell the trunk story. So for Mothers Day the following year I bought Mom a car stero and agreed to install it for her. So off I went in the June heat to begin installation, and was laying in the trunk installing the speakers with my legs hanging out. I hit the tension bar that held the trunk open and next thing I know, the trunk slams down on my leg.... I get up and look and there is a huge hole in my leg on my knee.. and no bleeding.. so I stopped for the day, didnt tell Mom and covered it up..
The next day, being a resourceful person, decide this time, I wont leave my legs hanging out the trunk and tuck them in.. well sure enough, I hit the bar again and this time the trunk slams closed...it was about 90 degrees that day.
Now I am locked in the trunk, with the keys no less.. and banging it .. Mom comes out after 45 mins calling me.. finally she hears me from the trunk and panics !!!!!
she asked for the keys, which I had (no trunk release in those days). I saw some light near the back seat, so I passed them thru to her and she opened the trunk.. I must have lost about 10 pounds in there...
so... the next day, I tried again, and this time tied a rope to the trunk and tied it to a tree.. Problem Solved !!!!!!
Love that story
Ron..cut it out
The Nancy line had me laugh out loud to the point where a colleague was walking past my office asking me why I was laughing. I had to say regarding a cousin of mine making fun of another cousin of mine who only has one leg ... I just rec'd a strange look from him while he told me there was just something wrong with me! LOL
Your leg story reminded me of a leg story of my own ...
When I was in the 4th grade I wanted to shave my legs and Mom wouldn't let me. So I just took Dad's razor and shaved them anyway and I cut my leg sooooooo bad ... it just would not stop bleeding!
So not to get in trouble and to cover my tracks, I "accidentally" fell and broke one of the storm windows that they kept under my bed and that's how I cut my leg so badly!!!
Now that I look back, can't image what the windows cost back then to replace ... but I know if Kasey had done that ... ooohhhh, would she have been in trouble!!!
Guess I owe Mom and Dad a window...hmmmm
They don't know that story ...so I guess I'm lucky they have yet to figure out how to log on to Faciacon!
Have a great weekend!
Kel..if the storm windows were under your bed, did they keep the dust bunnies in the garage ?
Kel
I do like the "quick thinking" you had although I am sure your dad noticed a huge chunk of flesh on his razor when he went to shave the next day ;-)
That is a cute story.
Luv ya
Hey Kel and Ron
We have taken the BLOG theory to a new level...I set up a post with a few descriptive memories and then people like you, Ron and my sister add their thoughts and stories to the comments and we have new variations on a theme..Love it...what can we call it ?...how about "Blogs Gone Wild"...DVD to follow.
Blogs Gone Wild....that's our family!!!
A whole new concept in Blogging..
BGW - with your host, Fresh Master Don
Looking fast, I thought that license plate spelled my name.
Glad Pop-Pop buried the old refrigerators in the back yard and didn't put them out at the curb - you'd have been a goner, Ron.
The License Plate thread has proven so popular I will post another story about Mom and her car. Not soon after she got her license we would take a Sunday ride over to my grandparents house in Flushing (Kay and Al Lodato). Well, this one Sunday, they were doing massive road work on Union Turnpike and had West bound traffic diverted into the East bound lane. Well, Mom being a creature of habit, did realize this was two way traffic and proceed to be in the wrong lane. I recall Michael and I yelling in the car that she was in the wrong lane. This helps to explain why standard issue for any car ride for Mom was a wet washcloth and a bag of Pepperidge Farm Goldfish.
Then there was the time we were driving home from somewhere, on 256th street near the garden apartments that Ayn once lived in, and as she came down the block the garbage truck was heading in the opposite direction collecting trash. Mom was afraid to pass it, although there was plenty of room. It took 1/2 for us to get past the truck.. after much coaxing.
Ok on a roll here.. so Mom used to make me go food shopping with her.. which I hated.. so one day I decided to get even. Every item she put in the cart, I would peel off the price tag (NO BARCODES in those days kids). When we got to the meat section, I found a roll of stickers that said RUMP ROAST.. so I stuck one on her butt.. when we got the register, the first items the cashier yells "PRICE CHECK" , the second item... same thing.. NOTHING had prices on it....
Mom left the cart there and gave me all kinds of hell all the way home (and I deserved it )
;-)
This was fun.. Love Ron
Thanks guys...this is great. So many long forgotten stories are now giving us all a smile and if we are able to do something that can make people happy we have truly accompished a wonderful thing....
LOL ... I love the grocery store story!!!! Too funny and definitely NOT surprising!!!
oh and remember you were lucky .. you got to shop at a grocery store ....my family was forced to shop at the junk yard!!!
Gotta love my Dad!
HI
SO RONNIE YOU GETTING LOCKED IN THE CAR TRUNK, THAT SOUNDS LIKE JANET STORY TO ME HA..
I LOVE, LOVE, THAT YOU SAVED CARRIE'S LICENSE PLATE.
THAT IS REALLY SWEET AND SENTIMENTAL.LOVE YA
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