Monday, October 13, 2008

30 days of gratitude : 21


My first car - a 1978 Triumph. Total cost: $200.

A mint green beauty with a big engine and a big heart. She was so great to drive, purring along - no radio, no air-con...just vinyl seats, a huge steering wheel and great character. She didn't cope well in the rain - the windows would fog up, the wind-screen wipers were pretty useless and there was a leak - my right foot would always end up soaking wet. She was 6 years older than me. I loved her. Other Triumph drivers would wave if they passed me on the road.

I miss her terribly. I had to bid her farewell when a new clutch sent the whole engine out-of-whack. That was not long after this photo was taken.

There I am sitting on the verandah railing of the first house Daniel and I lived in together. A beach shack that was so so tiny and only had a linen cupboard for storage. We had hardly any furniture - a mattress on the floor, a day-bed, some floor cushions. I fell in love as soon as I saw it. Daniel hated it and tried to tell me it was too small, there is no storage, you can only fit one person in the kitchen. I saw incense burning, books piled high, fresh blooms and a little place to call home.

A few months in and I learnt the difference between romanticism and practicality...and the importance of both. Sure the books, the music, the home-made meals, the walk to the beach were great but no cupboards means you can't hide anything away and that became a problem. Throw into the equation a baby-on-the-way and I quickly began searching for a house with floor-to-ceiling cupboards, more than one bedroom and a kitchen that was big enough for our fridge.

When I stumbled upon this photo today, taken with our holga, I smiled. Such great memories. The car that took me from beach, to friends, to nighttime dancing...the house that Daniel and I moved into only 15 weeks after meeting each other and the place where Ché's little life began.

Gratitude today for the mint-green car named Willow and the beach shack that changed everything.

12 comments:

  1. Oh this is so sweet and nostalgic. I moved in with Glen after only a short time so I can so understand where you are coming form, if it is right, it is right.

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  2. Lovely photograph, lovely post.

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  3. That place looks great. My first car was an orange VW. Today I drive past a VW and I knew exactly what it would have smelled like inside. I miss it to. Youw rite beautifully.

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  4. Hi Jodie, Great car! I've tagged you over on my blog...hope you don't mind. Play if you want, if not that's ok too.

    Evie
    x

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  5. Nice snippet - great love story.

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  6. I too had a mint green car that was terrible in the rain when Nicolas and I were first together! I can't say that I miss it. I sure don't miss the tiny first dwelling. Great picture! It looks like it is from the 50's.

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  7. Great car. I bought a powder blue volvo for $250. It sometimes broke down on hot days and took 3 people to push it - happy days :)

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  8. what a great pic!

    regarding shoal bay...my nan lives at fingal so we spent most summers there also
    :)

    love your blog and your profile pic is heavenly

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  9. Allright!! I love old cars, old haunts and old memories. What a wonderful post.

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  10. I'd completely forgotten about your car named willow, you told me that when I first met you. What a great car! It reminds me a bit of my first one, a hillman hunter. maybe I'll write about it too...

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  11. sweet nostalgia. that photo is awesome and i love the story.

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  12. Such a lovely story, pic and memory. The first place you live together always holds a special place in the heart I think.

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