This is taken from a series of stories Charlie put together
Connie Driving the Truck
This story happened when Connie was ten and Weldon about seven years old.
was always a very daring type of person who thought that she could do
most anything. I guess that is probably why she felt that since she
could drive a tractor she should be able to drive a truck.
This story is written by Connie
As I grew up being a farmer’s daughter, I naturally
knew how to drive a tractor at a very young age. I was always intrigued
with the cars and trucks on the farm, and I couldn’t understand why my
dad limited my driving to the tractors only.
One day I and my
brother for one reason or another were the only ones home. I asked my
brother Weldon, “How would you like a ride around the house in the old
red pick-up?” He questioned my ability to drive, and
I assured him there was no worry. So we both hopped in. I started it
up and off we went. We missed the house by two feet, and a tree by two
inches; and I never understood why the truck wouldn’t turn onto the road
I wanted it to, and we ended up stuck in a pile of dirt. Worse of all I
couldn’t get the truck started again to put it back where I found it so
my dad wouldn’t now about any troubles. As I remember, he wasn’t too
mad. He just reminded me that he had told me there is a difference
between driving a tractor and a truck.
My addition: I remember being home, but
not being in the truck at the time. I think Sara was home and she and
Connie were babysitting us. Our farm house was situated with a gravel
and dirt road all the way around it. To the North there was a patch of
grass between the house and the road, and beyond that a canal with a
patch of sandy soil before the bank of the canal. It
was into this no-man's land that Connie landed the truck. That old
red pick-up was always hard to start, and always made a terrific noise
when being started. It sounded like nothing else I have ever heard.
The closest is perhaps when the belt goes out of a dryer. I just
remember hearing that noise and thinking, as she tried to restart the pick-up, "Oh, Oh, Connie is going to be
in so much trouble."