May
31
2012
The Stick Shift
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When my husband was eighteen, he bought his own car.
It was an older Saab that looked like a Volkswagen beetle. (but don’t tell him I said that!)
My husband worked hard, earned money, and always seemed to be able to save.
His first job was delivering newspapers on his bike.
Later, he worked for a man who had a large property complete with a barn and many out buildings.
One summer, while we were in high school, he painted all of the buildings by himself…an interesting job when you are Irish and fair skinned with freckles.
Needless to say, he had a lot of sunburn…but he looks back on that time fondly.