And my arms need someone, someone to enfold…
Hi friends! A short and sweet addendum to my post about Ludington last week. If you didn’t get a chance to read it, see it HERE.
You’re probably wondering what’s with the old picture? This is a photograph taken in the 1940s, my Dad’s favorite era of automobiles. Since I was a child, Dad has restored a 1940 Ford Coup, a 1958 ford and a Ford Woody Wagon. I can recall Dad working on his cars my entire childhood, the sound of tools dropping on the ground (a few cuss words too) and the ever present reminder “be careful not to scratch my car getting your bike out!”
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold…
Mom was an avid antique collector (thanks for that mom!) and together they would tool around the Midwest in one of Daddy’s cars attending car shows and Mom would go antiquing. Somewhere along the way, she picked up this photo of Dad’s chosen era and its been hanging above his tool bench for over 30 years.
As a child I’d find myself getting lost in it. The cars, the people, the clothes, the marquees, the hustle and bustle and think wow what a neat time of life. I wished my hometown looked like this still.
“Where is this?”
But Mom and Dad could never quite figure out where the photo was taken. Somewhere in Michigan along Route 31.
Fast forward about twenty years and I’ve just brought home my boyfriend to meet the fam for the first time. Naturally Dad takes him straight to the garage to show off his pride and joy. Low and behold Mike noticed the storied photo immediately and points directly to this…
His Grandfather’s butcher shop, Schoenberger’s Market! Can you stand it? Its been with me all this time. I thought to myself, oh hell I’ll probably end up marrying this guy.
Love for all my life to have and to hold…
Fast forward another five years and it would come true, complete with Daddy’s car.
What happened to the sign? It sits, in all its nostalgic glory, in our brother-in-law’s garage.
Oh and I wanna Sunday kind of love…
Here’s to Sunday loves,