In about second grade we had recess a couple of times a day. When the weather was good, we went outside to play. I think that we went out and played even when the weather wasn’t good too. I don’t know what the teacher was up too, but on occasion, she would phase our dismissal to the playground. I asked Karen about this and she said the teacher was probably trying to impose a little order on an otherwise raucous event.
So we all were sitting there, anxious to get outside and she said, “How many of your parents have a Chevy?” You can imagine that quite a few kids raised their hands. She let them go outside. Next, she asked how many had Fords. Another big group headed for the door. Now the whole business got trickier. She ran through Plymouth, Dodge, Pontiac, Buick, Oldsmobile, Mercury and many others, maybe even a DeSoto, Hudson or Nash. Most times, she would send another student or 2 on their way. As she went on, the group that remained got smaller and smaller? Finally, it was just me. She kept naming cars and I knew she would never guess mine. She said, “OK, what kind of car do you have?” I said, “Studebaker!” She said, “I never would have guessed that!”
The Thorpe family about 1955 with their Studebaker Champion.
Between that and the goose pimples you were scarred at an early age.
Duck bumps!