Year: 2023

  • EPISODE 745 CAR STORY 3: 53 METEOR “BETTER SLOW DOWN EARLY”

    EPISODE 745    CAR STORY 3: 53 METEOR  “BETTER SLOW DOWN EARLY”




    Ontario Highway 400 Photographs - Page 1 - History of Ontario's Kings  Highways

    Highway 400 in 1960…not much traffic heading for North Bay….”Marjorie, better slow down
    you are getting close to that northbound car.”  “Why?” (which is the point of this story)


    Western Motorsports - Jim's 1953 Mercury Meteor

    alan skeoch
    Feb. 18, 2023

    I should not tell this story as it will only invite criticism.   When we bought the 53 Meteor in 1956 we
    had no idea that cars required maintenance.   Not just oil and gasoline.   We had very limited resources
    most of which depended on mom.  Eric, dad and I were unlikely to put money into maintenance of
    the car.  And mom had never heard of a Master Cylinder.  Nor had we really.

    So here’s the story.

    Marjorie was driving me north on the newish 400 highway on one of our trips to North Bay….about 220 miles
    north of Toronto.  Why was Marjorie driving?  Because she was a good driver and had her licence before I got
    mine.  A point which she reminded me about occasionally.

    So we were zipping along at the speed limit, perhaps 70 or 80 or 90 km per hour.  The Meteor was on the
    open highway and seemed to be enjoying itself.  Burning off any sludge in the engine.  Largely empty highway.

    But there was another car that we were overtaking.

    “Better slow down, Marjorie.”
    “No need, that car is a long way in front of us.”
    “I would slow down all the same.”
    “When I get close.”
    “Close now I would say”
    “Don’t be silly…gently apply the brakes when we get close.”
    “Close to me….I would slow down….ease foot off the accelerator now.”
    “No need yet…maybe we’ll pass him.”
    “Apply the brake.”
    “OK…YIKE…BRAKE NOT WORKING”

    Not sure if the crisis was all my fault.  I assumed Marjorie knew that brake cylinder was leaking.

    “Brakes don’t work right away.”
    “Why not?”
    “Need to pump up the maseter cylinder….hit brake pedal gently a couple of times.”
    “Why didn’t you tell me that?”
    “Forgot…did tell you to apply brakes early.”
    “Alan, we could get into an accident.”
    “Not if you baby the brakes.”
    “No body ‘babys brakes’, Alan.”
    “We do.”
    “Why?”
    “Costs money to replace the master cylinder.  We don’t have money for repairs if they
    can be avoided.
    “Alan, the 53 Meteor should not be on the road.”

    So I took over the drive.  Took about four hours to reach North Bay and then
    return.  Braking?  All that was required was a bit of pumping on the brake pedal.
    As I remember we got the leaking cylinder repaired even though not entirely necessary
    as long we slowed down in lots of time.

    I probably should not tell this story.  In normal city traffic it was easy to slow down with
    a little pumping.   A lot harder on the open highway.   Today…February 18, 2023, …Marjorie
    put her car in for route maintenance as she does regularly.  The cost will be around
    $1,000 as tires are worn down.  Back when we got the 53 Meteor we never thought 
    about maintenance.   Never had  trouble with our brakes since that incident because
    we can now afford to maintain vehicles.  Maintenance back in 1950 depended on mothers
    speedy stitching of dresses for Eaton’s catalogue where she was instructed to “make the
    front look good….the back of the dress doe not matter…speed it up.”

    alan

    P.S.  It was a very sad day when we had to send that 53 Meteor to the scrap yard.
    Almost as bad as when we had to put grandma’s Scotch Terrier down.

    There is one more car story to come.  Short story.  But the story revolves around
    Dad’s use of choice language one summer day when I wanted the family to see
    a real mining anomaly in the dense bush east of Kinmount , Ontario.  Dad really
    cut loose and I am not sure it is safe to quote him that day.



    Ontario Highway 400 Photographs - Page 1 - History of Ontario's Kings  Highways

    “IF IWERE YOU MARJORIE,  I WOULD SLOW DOWN…GETTING CLOSE TO THAT CAR AHEAD….AVOID
    THE BRAKE…EASE OFF ON THE ACCELERATOR….REDUCES WEAR AND TEAR ON THE BRAKES.”

  • EPISODE 741 THE 53 NEARLY FLIPPED OVER WHEN DAD ZIG ZAGGED


    EPISODE 741     THE 53 NEARLY FLIPPED OVER WHEN DAD ZIG ZAGGED   

    alan  skeoch
    feb. 14, 2023


    To Dad those little pot holes were a challenge.  He tried to avoid them and failed.   If we had gone deeper into the swamp, the story
    would not be funny   Mom did try to get out the passenger side.  Imagine that.   That’s cousin Ted Freeman with the tractor




    This is the Fifth Line…in the far distance is the swamp below the hill that rises to Frenk Freeman’s farm.
    Not as full of holes as it would become when that snow melted .


    2)  Car story 2::  The 53  Meteor had an exciting life at our place.   Take the day Dad almost flipped the car
    on the fifth line when we had planned to visit Uncle Frank and Aunt Lucinda .  Their farm is just a few minutes f
    north of our farm,  We could be in their lane in less than ten minutes on a normal day.

    But it was March and the gravel road was peppered with pot holes all of which Dad decided to avoid.  He had already 
    made a fool of himself getting to the farm from Highway 7.

    “Why are you rolling the window down…..it’s cold.”
    “I have a reason.”
    “What reason?”

    (pause as we pass farm house close to road)

    “Fix your Goddamn road…FIX YOUR ROAD!!!”
    “Dad, road repairs are done by County … not farmers”
    “I don’t care who…FIX YOUr ROAD!!!”

    The Fifth Line was a mess… potholes were raising hell with the shocks
    of the 53 Meteor…and the car cried to us with each crunch.  The smashes
    were louder than dad’s yelling. 

    And things got worse.

    We were getting close to Uncle Frank and Aunt Lucinda’s farm.  Passing through
    a very swampy area.  Dad decided to zig zag.  But still managed to hit every
    pothole,  Sometimes at right angle to the road as he twisted and turned….swore
    in his melodic way.   Dad could make swear words sound like poetry.   

    THEN THINGS WENT VERY WRONG…THE SWAMP

    Then Dad swerved sharply.  The Meteor hit the soft shoulder and then down
    towards the swamp.  Bad luck with good  luck to the rescue.  The undercarriage
    of the car ground into the shoulder and the car hung there.   It happened so fast
    that Dad did not even have time to swear.

    MARJORIE and I crawled out through the drivers side passenger door…now at a 45 degree
    angle to the road.   Dad did the same.  

    Mom did not move.




    “Elsie, get out of the car!”
    “I can’t, Red…can’t move.”
    “Get out…in case it turns over.”

    (Dad was worried.  We knew that because he called mom, Elsie, rather than his
    favourite name, “Methuselum”, the name of oldest person in  the bible because mom
    was a year older than him.  So the use of Elsie’s proper name was startling.)

    “Get out, driver’s side like I did”
    “I can’t.”
    “Why not?”
    “Pinned here.”
    “Pinned?”  

    We all worried mom was badly inured.  But that was not  the case”

    “Oh, Red, you fathead.  My high heeled shoes went through the floor 
    of the car when you hit the ditch.   Cannot move.”
    “Take the goddamn shoes off and crawl out barefoot.”

    (Dad was relieved.  We knew that because he started to swear again.
    Soon he would be blaming either the road or the 53 Meteor for our trouble.
    He had one final remark though as Mom crawled out the driver’s side.”

    “Elsie, pull down your skirt.  We can see the top of your nylons.  Hardly lady like.”

    That was not the  end of the adventure.  Dad sent us up to Uncle Frank’s
    to get the Massey Harris 55 and a chain.   Cousin Ted got the tractor revved
    up and pulled us out.   Dad turned the key and the Meteor revved into life
    as usual.  

    To  save face I think Dad tried to give Teddy five bucks but Ted, amused, refused.
    Ted liked my Dad in spite of his cantankerous nature.  How do I know that?
    Because one day I was out with Ted alone and he lit up a big cigar…a White 
    Owl Invincible…the kind Dad smoked while leaning out the back window 
    of our house.   Mom put her foot down.  No smoking of cigars in the house.

    Only once did she put her foot down hard enough to go through the floorboards
    of a 53 Meteor.

    alan


    Dad, teaching our boys how to smoke a cigar.  Both boys never smoked except when we
    told stories about dad.

  • EPISODE 740 A SHOCKING NOTE SENT TO ME TODAY…SCARED ME

    EPISODE 740   A SHOCKING NOTE SENT TO ME TODAY…SCARED ME


    alan skeoch
    Feb 13, 2023


    Came home to an empty house today.  Not completely empty for our dog Woody
    was curled up in his bed.  Was I expected to take him for a walk?  No!

    Pulled a chair up to the kitchen counter and began to eat banana and fruit
    lunch that Marjorie left for me.  Nosed through the paper.  Totally at
    ease with the world.

    Then I noticed the brief hand written note on the table.

    “WHERE IS THE LIFE I HAVE LED,?

    WHERE IS IT NOW?

     TOTALLY DEAD

    WHERE IS THE FUN I USED TO FIND?

    WHERE IS IT NOW ?

    GONE WITH THE WIND.”

    Just a a short note from Marjorie  My wife of 60 years.
    What a shock.  I had no idea she was so unhappy.
    The lunch dishes had been placed in the sink for Marjorie to wash.

    I had not been a perfect husband.  Let her do 
    the housework…not some but all of the housework for sixty years

    That includes making all the meals, handing them to me as I read the paper
    or watched the Super Bowl or just sat there waiting for food and drink to
    be put in my hands.

    Not only did Marjorie make all the meals
    Marjorie also washed all  the dishes
      -initially she feared i would break them (which was true early in our marriage)
    She did everything else as well…washing , vacuuming, shopping, bedding,
    You name it, she did it

    And that included raising the boys.
    I was some use on that score however. Entertainment.  Made wooden fire engine life size
    held 10 kids…did stuff like that.  Things I liked doing.  Self centred stuff.


    Why did she write this note?

    “WHERE IS THE FUN WE USED TO HAVE

    TOTALLY DEAD”

    What did this mean.  Sixty years of an unhappy marriage?  Why
    would Marjorie tell me now.   Maybe Better wash these dishes
    before she gets home.  What else can I do to repair the marriage?
    Not much.  I do not know how to start the washing machine, drier
    or vacuum.  “Sorry Marjorie I am left handed and everything
    is in reverse for me.”  To which she responds often, “Then I better
    do it … you’ll burn the house down so do not ever touch the
    stove.”

    “GONE WITH THE WIND”

    Why would she write this?  I thought she ws OK with my imperfections.
    I wonder if it’s too late for me to buy some roses for Valentines Day
    tomorrow?  Years ago I bought some plastic roses at Woolworths
    and she handed them back to me.  That ended any effort to be
    romantic.

    Then the door opened. 

      “Is that you Marjorie?”
    “Did you eat your lunch?”
    “I did…and found this note….whar does ir mean?”
    “What note?”
    “This one…your handwriting…says something about our 
    marriage being ‘TOTALLY DEAD’”

    “Oh that …not a note ….”
    “Then what is it?  A lawyers letter?”
    “No…(laughing)…those are the words from the movie Kismet
    where Howard Keele is pleading with Kathryn Grayson….I wrote
    them down as he sang on the TV.”



    “Well, I thought they were real.”
    “And what did you do?”
    “I washed up my lunch dish.”
    “Fine (laughter)…Don’t touch the stove…afraid you’ll burn he house down.”

    SO LIFE HAS RETURNED TO NORMAL

    alan