cottage cheese, full moon, flower car, and chevrolet
Food for Wiggles is poison for humans, and so Linda will not eat anything I prepare unless it's steak. I cook hers medium and mine rare. But not what I had for breakfast this morning, a MarshWiggle breakfast of a small bowl of cottage cheese with milk and sugar.
It was a standby staple my growing up years, always available for such as a peaceful Sunday evening. Through WW2 we had military folks living in the two bedrooms upstairs, a different family, person, or couple on each side and sharing the bathroom - - and I remember the first Time they came into the dining room where we were having cottage cheese for supper, the shock they expressed that something they ate on lettuce with a half a canned peach or a slice of pineapple, we were eating like corn flakes, with milk and sugar. We were grossed out at the thought of eating cottage cheese any way but ours, which we told them was how we Southerners ate cottage cheese. In retrospect, we may have been the only ones.
Always Yankees, these were the same people who gagged at our mention of grits, which they had eaten with milk and sugar. Now our turn to gag. More than that, a blasphemy.
Well do I remember the Moss family, damn Yankees, Mr Moss was a sergeant in the Army Air Corps - - when Mrs Moss used our telephone Saturday or Sunday evenings to make long distance collect calls to her home somewhere way up north, she would scream at the telephone operator, "No, Mow-wass, M.O.S.S., Mow-wass."
In those days, 78 years after the Civil War - - not as far back from the Civil War as 80 years ago is back from WW2 now - - feelings were still sharp and vivid - - remember, I've said here that in any parade up Harrison Avenue downtown, our cheered heroes were the Confederate veterans in their gray uniforms, riding in top-down touring cars at the end of every parade. So, the Yankees living upstairs in our house were always suspect, nomesane?
My favorite cottage cheese is the 4% large curd Freedom brand that I can only get at the Tyndall commissary.
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Lovely morning out, looking west toward Thomas Drive, full moon on a mirror flat bay at 5:33 a.m.
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But the 1936 Chevrolet 3-window sport coupe above. My kind of car, almost anything from the 1930s. That car, right hand drive so either an English or Australian model or the photo is inside out, but it's not Australian:
It's a sport coupe with rumble seat, Master Deluxe, not Standard as the online pic reads; a three window Standard was not available; all coupes but this model were 5-window coupes.
Anyway, wandering but not far off what's on my mind. A personal project last week, don't try to pull my chain on 1930s or 1940s Chevrolets - -
this car shows a model that Chevrolet never offered. It purports to be a 1942 or 1946, 47, 48 Chevrolet Fleetmaster (the series were Fleetline, Fleetmaster and Stylemaster) 4 door sedan. But the chrome work on the front fender was only offered on the Fleetline series, never on the Fleetmaster;
so the car has been customized or specially made, it's not standard. Looks good though. Fleetmaster sedan above, Fleetline sedan below: see the difference in the front fender treatment?
St Peter could show you this picture, and besides having to identify the possible year models -- 42, 46, 47, 48 -- you would have to catch the error in the chrome work on the front fender; mess up, and instead of opening the gate, he pulls the lever to the trap door you're standing on. Don't mean to scare you, but if you don't know this stuff you need to get on it before it's too late. There will be two kinds of questions: questions about cars and a math question about two trains leaving different cities at different Times and heading toward each other at different speeds, and where and when will they meet?
There's a good chance that your Facebook memes and your voting record will be checked as well.
Anyway, maybe more car stuff another day. Remember when funeral homes had flower cars? This one is a trip.
T89&c