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Comment from Sandra Stoner-Mitchell
Those really were the days, Tom. I could fill up my tank for 10 shillings, which is 50p now, I don't know what that is in cents. It was cheap anyway. And there weren't many cars on the road! It sounds like your brother is like mine! Lovely poem, Tom, good luck in the contest. xsx Sandra
reply by the author on 21-Feb-2015
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Those really were the days, Tom. I could fill up my tank for 10 shillings, which is 50p now, I don't know what that is in cents. It was cheap anyway. And there weren't many cars on the road! It sounds like your brother is like mine! Lovely poem, Tom, good luck in the contest. xsx Sandra
Comment Written 21-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 21-Feb-2015
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Thank you Sandra. The key is it was very cheap back then, for sure. Yeah, little brothers like to tattle.
Comment from Joan E.
I like your classic car--my brother had a '55 Ford that looked like the '56, and I remember 29 cent gas too! Thanks for your drive through nostalgia in rhymes with an emphatic repeat. Smiles- Joan
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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I like your classic car--my brother had a '55 Ford that looked like the '56, and I remember 29 cent gas too! Thanks for your drive through nostalgia in rhymes with an emphatic repeat. Smiles- Joan
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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That era had some awesome cars.
Comment from patcelaw
Oh to have gas prices of twenty-nine nine again, and stamps at .03. It is such a shame that greed has become such the old can hardly live on the income they have.
Patricia
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Oh to have gas prices of twenty-nine nine again, and stamps at .03. It is such a shame that greed has become such the old can hardly live on the income they have.
Patricia
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Thank you Patricia. Yes, i am on a fixed income retirement too, and it is scary.
Comment from ravenblack
this reads like either the Beach Boys or Jan and Dean. I wish I had a classic car. the closest I came was an 84 El Dorado. my dad was a full-fledged member of the car culture with a souped-up '64 Chevelle SS. I plan on showing him your poem.
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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this reads like either the Beach Boys or Jan and Dean. I wish I had a classic car. the closest I came was an 84 El Dorado. my dad was a full-fledged member of the car culture with a souped-up '64 Chevelle SS. I plan on showing him your poem.
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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The was a real car that SS396. Thanks for your review.
Comment from Nosha17
Those sure were the days of cheap gas, wow! I am sure the car was well cared for and pampered, amusing story line about a favourite car in days gone by. Excellent rhyming and great picture. Good luck in the contest. Faye
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Those sure were the days of cheap gas, wow! I am sure the car was well cared for and pampered, amusing story line about a favourite car in days gone by. Excellent rhyming and great picture. Good luck in the contest. Faye
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Thank you Faye. It was fun to remember those days.
Comment from angelface2
OH what a lovely car. I remember those days. I was in high school during the mid 50's. Your poem read very smoothly with good rhythm. Thanks for the memories. Good one. Miss Sally
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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OH what a lovely car. I remember those days. I was in high school during the mid 50's. Your poem read very smoothly with good rhythm. Thanks for the memories. Good one. Miss Sally
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Thank you Miss Sally. Those were the days.
Comment from Dean Kuch
This was excellent, Tom, from the very first line to the last. The mood, the rhyming and cadence of the poem all flowed so seamlessly together. It was a different time then.
I recall sometime around the late 60's, when I was around nine or ten-years-old, that SHELL gas stations were giving away free limited edition Hot-Wheels cars with every fill up. Gas was around twenty-five cents a gallon at SHELL during that time, but just twenty-three-nine at the Clark Station just across Dixie Highway. My Dad refused to pay the additional two cents so my two younger bothers and I could add to our already extensive selection. However, my best friend and an only child at the time, Don Allen, had his father get them for him all of the time. I was so jealous, and as a kid is wont to do, I shamelessly allowed it to show. That Christmas, Don Allen's gift to me was all fifteen cars in the collection, very carefully and neatly gift wrapped in paper from the Sunday morning funny pages. Don never collected the cars -- he was always partial to military vehicles like tanks and such, and I'd thought he had his father get them for him just to make me angry because he knew that I did collect Hot-Wheels die-cast cars.
Talk about feeling like an ass!
I still have those cars to this very day, and wouldn't part with them for all of the money in the world. It is a reminder that things are not always what they seem to be at times, and a testament to simpler times when friends truly interacted and cared for each other on a personal level.
Anyhow, so sorry I rambled on so. I just loved your poem, and it simply conjured up those old memories. Thanks for that.
~Dean
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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This was excellent, Tom, from the very first line to the last. The mood, the rhyming and cadence of the poem all flowed so seamlessly together. It was a different time then.
I recall sometime around the late 60's, when I was around nine or ten-years-old, that SHELL gas stations were giving away free limited edition Hot-Wheels cars with every fill up. Gas was around twenty-five cents a gallon at SHELL during that time, but just twenty-three-nine at the Clark Station just across Dixie Highway. My Dad refused to pay the additional two cents so my two younger bothers and I could add to our already extensive selection. However, my best friend and an only child at the time, Don Allen, had his father get them for him all of the time. I was so jealous, and as a kid is wont to do, I shamelessly allowed it to show. That Christmas, Don Allen's gift to me was all fifteen cars in the collection, very carefully and neatly gift wrapped in paper from the Sunday morning funny pages. Don never collected the cars -- he was always partial to military vehicles like tanks and such, and I'd thought he had his father get them for him just to make me angry because he knew that I did collect Hot-Wheels die-cast cars.
Talk about feeling like an ass!
I still have those cars to this very day, and wouldn't part with them for all of the money in the world. It is a reminder that things are not always what they seem to be at times, and a testament to simpler times when friends truly interacted and cared for each other on a personal level.
Anyhow, so sorry I rambled on so. I just loved your poem, and it simply conjured up those old memories. Thanks for that.
~Dean
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Thank you very much for the review and sharing your story. It is wonderful when a writing can connect so well.
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The pleasure was all mine, my friend. You're very welcome. :}~Dean
Comment from gypsycaravan
Oh, what great memories those are. We girls loved the cars you guys drove. We never needed to learn to drive. There was always some cute guy to give us a ride. Your poem is darling and the twenty-nine, nine repetition perfect.
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Oh, what great memories those are. We girls loved the cars you guys drove. We never needed to learn to drive. There was always some cute guy to give us a ride. Your poem is darling and the twenty-nine, nine repetition perfect.
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Thank you gypsycaravan. Yes, and we held the doors and paid for everything. Those were the days.
Comment from dmt1967
My uncle had a car like the one in the picture. It was his pride and joy until someone stole his wheels and left bricks in their place. I don't remember petrol ever being that cheap lol. Good luck in the contest and thank you for sharing.
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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My uncle had a car like the one in the picture. It was his pride and joy until someone stole his wheels and left bricks in their place. I don't remember petrol ever being that cheap lol. Good luck in the contest and thank you for sharing.
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Thank you Dmt. That doesn't seem a fair exchange. Bricks for tires. Geez.
Comment from risktaker
I can relate to this story very well. I agree, cars back them were more physically attractive and I lived the chrome. The plastic cars of today don't appeal to me. One pop and you need a new car. The old cars could take a hit and keep on running for years. I remember when gas was easily accessible and no shooting occurred in the gasoline line. Life was pleasant and less violent.
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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I can relate to this story very well. I agree, cars back them were more physically attractive and I lived the chrome. The plastic cars of today don't appeal to me. One pop and you need a new car. The old cars could take a hit and keep on running for years. I remember when gas was easily accessible and no shooting occurred in the gasoline line. Life was pleasant and less violent.
Comment Written 20-Feb-2015
reply by the author on 20-Feb-2015
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Thank you risktaker. Yes, what happened?
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