Eva Pasco's Blog - Posts Tagged "recollections"
Eva’s Byte #361 – Gaining Traction
In the capacity of a writer, my zeal to gain traction along a backstory led me to veer roadside in the 1920s. Captivating as the Roarin’ 20s may be, I was not scouting for tidbits about Prohibition, flappers, bootlegging, speakeasies, or gangsters.
To be exact: a 1920 Ford Model T Runabout roadster and 1921 Ford Model T Tudor sedan. What I came across pertaining to fixing a flat on a tubed tire back then, blew my mind.
After extracting what I needed to authenticate a scene in Chapter 9 of my Contemporary work in progress, I’ve since gained traction in my mind to unearth a few memories about “tires”.
In the early – mid ‘60s, I recall my dad fitting snow chains on the rear tires of our Plymouth Suburban station wagon. It was an on-and-off proposition throughout the winter season. While passengers in the back seat, my sister and I endured the constant clunking sound when the chains made contact with sections of dry pavement. Perhaps the drone quelled arguments stemming from our fatal attraction to each other.
When studded snow tires were phased out, and non-studded, radial winter tires rolled in during the ‘70s, I recall having them mounted and dismounted by a mechanic at the gas station.
In the here and now, I’ve gained traction just fine in my neck of New England with all-season tires on an AWD. I don’t need to weigh the options of mounting/dismounting snow tires or winter tires for holding my own on the roads ahead.
*May each of us gain traction along familiar terrain, and on roads not yet taken.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
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To be exact: a 1920 Ford Model T Runabout roadster and 1921 Ford Model T Tudor sedan. What I came across pertaining to fixing a flat on a tubed tire back then, blew my mind.
After extracting what I needed to authenticate a scene in Chapter 9 of my Contemporary work in progress, I’ve since gained traction in my mind to unearth a few memories about “tires”.
In the early – mid ‘60s, I recall my dad fitting snow chains on the rear tires of our Plymouth Suburban station wagon. It was an on-and-off proposition throughout the winter season. While passengers in the back seat, my sister and I endured the constant clunking sound when the chains made contact with sections of dry pavement. Perhaps the drone quelled arguments stemming from our fatal attraction to each other.
When studded snow tires were phased out, and non-studded, radial winter tires rolled in during the ‘70s, I recall having them mounted and dismounted by a mechanic at the gas station.
In the here and now, I’ve gained traction just fine in my neck of New England with all-season tires on an AWD. I don’t need to weigh the options of mounting/dismounting snow tires or winter tires for holding my own on the roads ahead.
*May each of us gain traction along familiar terrain, and on roads not yet taken.
My sincere appreciation if you’ve read this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: https://tinyurl.com/yycm7d2w
Eva’s Byte #403 – Head Tripping
In the capacity of a writer, my head trip designation is the ‘70s. I’ve arrived in order to add credence without clobber for the setting in Part 1 of my Contemporary work in progress. (Drafting chapter 26 – 1497 words thus far)
In chronological time, I identify with the Sixties more than any other era. However, several memories persist from the decade associated with high gas prices, Watergate, and Vietnam:
I drove a green AMC Gremlin. My vehicle was one of many in around-the-block lines to get gas. Rationing and going to the pump on odd/even days played into it. Daylight saving time stuck around all year in 1974.
When the film Love Story debuted in 1970, I stood in an around-the-block line to get inside the Avon Cinema in Providence.
That same year, when I was a college freshman, there was plenty of dissent toward President Nixon’s announcement to escalate the War by dispatching troops into Cambodia. Then, what happened during the student uprising at Kent University on May 4th, prompted a nationwide student strike which I honored.
By the time I launched my teaching career in 1973, female instructors were allowed to wear pantsuits in the classroom.
*May the head trip you embark on invigorate your imagination to enrich the stories you tell.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
In chronological time, I identify with the Sixties more than any other era. However, several memories persist from the decade associated with high gas prices, Watergate, and Vietnam:
I drove a green AMC Gremlin. My vehicle was one of many in around-the-block lines to get gas. Rationing and going to the pump on odd/even days played into it. Daylight saving time stuck around all year in 1974.
When the film Love Story debuted in 1970, I stood in an around-the-block line to get inside the Avon Cinema in Providence.
That same year, when I was a college freshman, there was plenty of dissent toward President Nixon’s announcement to escalate the War by dispatching troops into Cambodia. Then, what happened during the student uprising at Kent University on May 4th, prompted a nationwide student strike which I honored.
By the time I launched my teaching career in 1973, female instructors were allowed to wear pantsuits in the classroom.
*May the head trip you embark on invigorate your imagination to enrich the stories you tell.
My sincere appreciation to you for reading this far.
Eva’s Authors Den Page: http://www.authorsden.com/evapasco
