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The saluting boy on Omaha beach

This will bring tears to your eyes.


Subject: A Tribue you may have missed:-Day 2014, The saluting boy on Omaha beach






https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=8k9Si28k0F

 

You were right. It did.

My Grandfather was in the 101st and 82nd Airborne divisions during the Second World War. The depth of gratitude displayed by this 11 year old boy is immense and unmeasurable.
It would take more space than is available here for me to explain how this touched me.
Thank you.

 

Well I did ride in the back of a truck once, but there was lots of hay and we didn't go very fast.

 

Yup. I remember one very long ride in the back of my aunt's red '59 Ranchero, from our house on the west side of Los Angeles, all the way to Walnut (almost to Pomona), a distance of 40 miles (seemed waaaay longer at the time.). A lot of the drive was on THE FREEWAY.

Looking back, I'm shocked at how the adults all thought that this was an acceptable thing at the time.......

 

My parents were completely opposed to riding in the back of trucks, but had no issues at all with rolling around in the back of the wagon with the seats folded flat. Go figure.

 

I feel like I missed out. No one in my family had a pick up truck or station wagon. We did ride in our neighbor's 50's Plymouth wagon a few times a year but he was a policeman and we had to sit still and keep quiet.
I can't remember ever riding in the back of a pickup truck.

 

I can vaguely remember riding the back of a pick up...but it was on the beach, does that count?

 

Whaaaa ! Not only didn't we have a pick up, we didn't have a beach!

 

PAlease!!!


You live in Florida now, you have a 55 Chevy wagon, do you really think your getting any sympathy

 

SOME of you are old enough to remember when you had to be able to demonstrate parallel parking in order to pass the driving exam.
I took my test, way back in the day, in a compact car with a stick shift.
Fast forward to 9/30/14, and tonight I did it @ Lake Eola park in downtown Orlando in the Buick Estate W a g o n.
:2_thumbs_up_-_anima


Back, forward. back, lock the doors and throw the empty beer can in a nearby recycle bin.
It helps a lot to have the radio off (broken) and nobody talking to you.

 

We not only rode in backs of pickup trucks and on the cargo area of our family wagons, we also:

Rode from TN to FL many times on the rear package tray/speaker area/under the rear window of my Dad's company '60's and '70's Impala 4 doors. There was no room in the rear seat except for my sister and excess luggage that would not fit in the trunk, so my spot was to lie down under the rear window on the package tray with a pillow, LOL. Had a good start on my tan every trip by the time we got there.

I was packed in next to the tailgate of our '76 Matador wagon for a trip to the Keys. My view for the entire trip was of our Fiberglass Bomber boat being towed behind us and of a squeaking Styrofoam ice chest I was pressed against. When I stopped complaining, my Dad would yell "You allright back there?". Now, I understand the irony in that humor.

When we were little, my mom had a late '50's Plymouth wagon with no floor pans, so my sister and I sat in the back seat with our feet on the driveshaft hump. Mom and the passenger front had a board. Daily warning was that if we moved our feet off the hump or squirmed around, we would be sucked out through the holes and spit out the back. No seat belts, either.

Later my Mom had a '65 Mercury Monterrey Marauder. The driver seat back was broken, so we took turns bracing the seat upright with our feet so Mom could drive. "UP" was the stern command when it would recline because of our legs getting tired, LOL.

Great memories that still amuse me, but frighten my sister and her kids. We tell those stories to them and they freak out.