THE ELECTRIC WINDOW RACE
Most people I know care what other people think about them to one degree or another and I fall into that category like everyone else in the world. When I was younger, I cared a great deal about what people thought of me. I think it’s pretty common for kids.
Many people paint themselves like a canvas to portray the character they want the world to see. I’ve known people who have worn glasses because they wanted to look smart, I can tell you it never worked for me!
I remember being around 7 or 8 years old sitting in our car in the church parking lot after the service waiting for our mom and dad. Minutes seem like hours when you’re not playing as a kid. We were parked next to the Buchanan’s car at church. They had the nicest car at the church, a Lincoln Continental which was right up there with Cadillacs as the nicest cars around in those days. (this was when the only notable import was the Volkswagen Beetle)
We had a Mercury too, but ours was an old four door Comet and it was the only car we had. My brothers knew a lot about cars and enjoyed nice ones like that Lincoln. So with a tad of covetousness and a car load of boredom my brother Bobby challenged the adopted Buchanan kids to an electric window race.
One of the Buchanan boys quickly accepted my brothers challenge to the electric window race with enthusiasm, they too must have been bored out of their gourds.
Sure enough, even though we didn’t have as near nice a car as the Buchanan’s or live in one of the biggest houses that overlooked the whole town, we had faster electric windows, or so the Buchanan’s thought.
Although I was much younger than all the participants involved in the electric window race, I was astonished at how gullible or sheltered the three of them were. Our car wasn’t made with electric windows, it wasn’t even an option, neither were seat belts in the “affordable” cars like ours in those days. The only kind of cars with that kind of luxury was the Caddies and Continentals.
Bobby hunched forward a tad, leaned his left forearm on the armrest and on “GO” he would reach over his lap with his right arm and turn the window crank moving only his wrist. A pretty impressive feat since I could barely roll the window up or down with both my hands.
No matter, we were the electric window race champions of the church parking lot! We had proved we had something they didn’t, we had much more than they had, it would just take a little more time to gain that wisdom. Nice car? Hummph!
The problem with caring about what other people might think about us in this life is that we ignore the fact that everyone has issues or problems and their own set of insecurities to deal with. Adults and children alike.
My sister and the youngest adopted Buchanan girl were the same age, imagine how jealous I was when my sister got invited to go swimming at the Buchanan’s house? I only knew of two families that had their very own built-in concrete swimming pool in town. One was a doctor who lived in the prestigious Bel-Air Estates and the Buchanan’s who’s house overlooked all of ours.
It looked like the Buchanan’s had it all, but in time we would begin to see the cracks in the Buchanan family canvas. Though they were prominent members of our church and Mrs. Buchanan was a regular singing solos, my siblings and me decided the Buchanan’s must be giving a lot of money to the church, otherwise no way they’d have let her sing as bad as she was.
We all got thumped by our dad’s big ole’ finger one time or another trying not to snicker in church and especially when Mrs. Buchanan sang. Sadly, we didn’t have to hear her sing for too much longer after that electric window race.
The oldest son Donald shot and killed Mrs. Buchanan… Last we heard he had died in prison.
That was one of many lessons I’ve got a front row seat for in life. Our old car and house weren’t fancy, my two brothers and me shared a 9×9 room, all six of us shared the shower.
My dad was a blue collar man and my mom’s job was to stay at home and take care of us. We had discipline and we had love, even then I knew I wouldn’t trade what I had for anything, not even a fancy house or car.
I didn’t realize at the time we were rich beyond my wildest dreams…
Linked to Hazel’s site at http://letmetelluastory.blogspot.com/2012/04/true-story-blog-party-week-5.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+blogspot%2FwsBvD+
Lanny Wegleitner
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 10:47 am
Floyd,
I guess we are only as rich as the family and friends that surround us with their care, love and support. Everything else can easily be taken away. This was one story I really liked for the way it reminds me of how little we had as kids, but we were still happy and thankful for all the small things in life we now seem to take for granted. You have a great outlook on life.
Floyd
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 11:30 am
Thanks Lanny, I am truly blessed, and you’re one of my blessings along with your family.
Lainey
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 12:46 pm
I love the way you find meaning in the smallest of moments. (I’ll keep that
in mind when I’m around you–)
Floyd
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 12:52 pm
Don’t be surprised if your legendary pull-ups make it into a blog!…Or the support you’ve given me since day one… Thanks Lainey, you’re the best.
Jake
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 7:41 pm
Floyd, I loved the story. The poignant end certainly brought it home as well. I still live in the same city that I grew up in. I’ve seen a lot of classmates or their parents go to prison for anything from drugs to child molestation. It’s heart-breaking but it really does help one to feel more appreciative of their own upbringing, even if it was a little rough or the amenities were sparse.
Floyd
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 9:28 pm
Thanks Jake, I know that God is showing us what it is we have to learn… I’m just struggling to pay attention…
Tammy
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 9:46 pm
Love it…not only for the message, but the giggle it gave me to envision Bobby rolling up the window.
Floyd
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 10:09 pm
If you knew my brother Bobby, you’d be like, Oh yeah, that’s Bobby!!! The weird part is that Bobby called me today. We never talk about specific things about our childhood over the phone. He brought up out of the blue, the family I wrote about, I was astounded. we haven’t talked about these things for decades. He hadn’t read the post and started telling me he was just thinking about this family from our childhood… I got chills… We realized the same time he was thinking about these people, I was writing about them… There are no coincidences with God…
Floyd
Wednesday, February 23, 2011 @ 10:10 pm
And by the way… only you!!! Maybe my mom had a child we never knew about!!!!!
Tammy
Thursday, February 24, 2011 @ 7:15 am
Nope–no coincidences! There seems to be a lot of moments lately where people in my life seem to be on the same “wavelength” without even noticing!
LOL–weirder things have happened!
Bt
Thursday, February 24, 2011 @ 8:51 am
The Haves and The Have Nots … we all know what it feels like to want something that we don’t have or that someone else does have. This’s part of life. How we feel about our selves profoundly influences how we precieve our own reality. When we feel that we are lacking, we look around and see what’s not there vs. what is there.
I grew up on a farm but attened “the city” school system. As a farm boy new blue jeans, new tee shirts and new tennis shoes was the start of the new school year. Yet the city kids were in slacks, polo shirts and leather shoes. Kids can be tough on you when you don’t fit in. Must of been why I excelled on the football field. Speed and strength leveled things out. It didn’t take long before “they” (the city kids”) wanted what I had, but their parents couldn’t buy them what GOD had give me. That lesson in life has served me well!!
Floyd
Thursday, February 24, 2011 @ 9:11 am
You know Bruce, I’d already figured that out and it did serve you well. I also realize the role of leadership you have and the responsibility you’ve carried over the years doing not just for yourself, but everyone around you. The best part is that we all have something special we’re gifted at, it’s just that many in our society don’t realize it or don’t want to work to hone theirs. You’re a great example of that polishing, honing, and never giving up attitude that so many people lack these days.
April
Thursday, February 24, 2011 @ 9:30 am
Wow, that was a great way to put into perspective about comparisons. Comparisons in any aspect can be a dangerous thing. Parents may compare one child to another and cause disension. A girl may compare her body to the models on TV and cause an eating disorder. A mom may compare her mothering to another mother’s and begin to feel depressed that she isn’t doing “as good a job”. So many comparisons in this world and they can cause so many problems. It is so important, therefore, to teach our children that they are perfect just the way they were made. God has a reason that one child is outgoing and another is shy, etc. I am trying hard to teach my son that even though he might be different, that makes him very special.
Floyd
Thursday, February 24, 2011 @ 7:00 pm
I’m with you, we are all exceptional in Christ and we’re all made for a specific purpose. Our lives and all the experiences make up who and what we can be. Thanks April
brad gore
Thursday, February 24, 2011 @ 9:32 am
What a great story. Next time we get together we have to share some of these memories. Just awesome!
Thx
Floyd
Thursday, February 24, 2011 @ 7:01 pm
Thanks Brad, and yes we will! I’ll be looking forward to it!
dean samonns
Friday, February 25, 2011 @ 4:59 am
Wow pretty good memory Floyd. You know Gary the killer said on numerous occasions that he hated his Mom (adopted or foster) and that he wanted to kill her.
Odd kid. You just had to hurt for him. Love and care isn’t at every house. It wasn’t at Gary’s. good night Johnboy
Floyd
Friday, February 25, 2011 @ 7:02 am
How come I have to be Johnboy?
Sheral
Saturday, February 26, 2011 @ 4:20 pm
I just remeber that as a big depressing house! One of the foster daughters, the one with the dark hair tried to drown me!!! I cant remeber who saw her & saved me, but the hate at that place was unbearable for me as a kid, I was invited back by my redheaded friend (the only normal one I think) I felt bad for not wanting to go, I did not feel God at all up there. We really did & do have it all! I like what our oldest brother said some years back. (God really smiled on us) I felt proud and was bragging in a sence one day to Daddy and He sweetly reminded me that all of God’s children are smiled on.
What a wonderful gift He has given us, to bad I dont seem to remeber this and thank Him as often as I should!
Johnboy…LOL!!!
Floyd
Saturday, February 26, 2011 @ 6:19 pm
Oh you think that’s funny? Well how bout’ I call you Mary Ellen? Not so funny now is it? It truly is the simplest of things that we all take for granted that are the best things in life. Oh by the way, don’t think we don’t know who the one causing all of us to snicker in church with that smile you were trying to fold in half sideways with your hand that only made it worse for all of us!!!
Ranee Gokie
Wednesday, March 2, 2011 @ 9:17 am
Hi Floyd, I really liked that story, we were very poor growing up, but we were also very free. Our kids will never know the freedom we had. Very sad. I am glad that I was a single mom and could not give my kids everything they wanted. Trust me they had enough. Hey I joined a new gym called Az desert strength, they are teaching me new ways to workout, I am just hoping my back is young enough to handle it. See you soon.
Floyd
Wednesday, March 2, 2011 @ 1:11 pm
Hi Ranee! We definitely were very free, we only had to be within earshot when our parents yelled for us to come home… I was wondering where you were. Stop in and say hi, everyone misses you. There is a light that follows you into any room…
Hazel Moon
Wednesday, April 11, 2012 @ 10:48 am
Thank you for sharing this great story at “Tell me A True Story. You have such wonderful memories. We were poor when I was growing up, but mother never told us – so we didn’t know it. We were loved as you were. Our old chevy took dad to work, and when he was not working it took us to church. Other wise we rode the bus or took the red train a longer version of the street car. I loved your story of the window race, and your brother was clever to come out the winner. So sorry about the oldest shooting the Mrs. There are sad stories in families that are not always evident. The big house and swimming pool do not always show love, just provides some comfort to the family (hopefully)
Floyd
Wednesday, April 11, 2012 @ 6:23 pm
Thanks Hazel. It was an honor to share it at your awesome new bloghop. The true blessings of this life are the things that come from the inside, not the outside. I learned that one early on…