In just a little more than a week, I’ll be getting started on a new adventure.  I’ll be directing a children’s musical production of “The Mad Adventures of Mr. Toad.”  It’ll be fun going through someone else’s MAD adventures for a change, especially when it comes automobiles.  You see, Mr. Toad has a penchant for trying out new things.  He goes through these phases and quickly changes along the way – kind of like a short attention span syndrome I guess.  He gets himself into a lot of difficulties with his various adventures, but none like I’ve experienced with cars.

My very first car was a 1950’s Ford Fairlane which was about to leave the world at any moment.  Fortunately I didn’t have to drive more than three miles a day to take my children to school.  When it finally did give up the ghost, we had to push it out of the driveway so the tow truck could carry it to it’s final resting place.

Next came my snappy, black Monte Carlo.  Snappy because it as a definite step up from the first.  I needed something more reliable since I had become a Tupperware salesperson and had to put on a lot more miles.  With that car, I learned how to start a dead car by sticking a pencil in the carburetor.  I also was able to drive it with a broken tie rod, with the assistance of my guardian angel. While on my way to a Tupperware party, Old Monty died on a busy bridge. A kind gentleman stopped to help.  When I told him my situation, he offered to take me to my destination with all my wares.  I could then phone my husband and have him call a tow truck.  I guess I was very naïve in those days.  I could’ve been kidnapped, but I took a chance.  The man offered to sell me some of the frozen meat he was purveying from his trunk.  I declined, but managed to get in a pitch for my product.  I told him I had some wonderful containers he could order for such items.

I finally graduated to a new car.  A Jeep.  This had been my husband’s car before me, so I knew it was well cared for.  While driving it one day, with a bevy of children, the stick shift came out as I downshifted to make a turn.  Again, my guardian angel was at the ready.  I rammed the stick back into place and continued on.

Last year at this time, I had convinced myself that I was in complete retirement.  There are times when our plans change – even when we get older.  I was given another opportunity to work at what I love, with a fairly new theater company in my neighborhood.  I am proud to be part of this organization, because it is a wonderful outlet for children to create quality theater and learn while the do it.

So for the next couple months, I will be doing theater again.  Actually I’ll undoubtedly be doing theater until I die. (hopefully not on stage.) The car I’m driving now is not new, but it sure has been a blessing for me.  It would be lovely to have a little red convertible like Toad’s though.




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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  1. I enjoy reading memoirs and stories! Enjoyed!

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  2. Lee Poskey says:

    It’s a blessing to you and those kids…the work that you do in theater.

    And a tidbit of stage trivia for you:
    Remember Frank Sutton? (sergeant Carter).
    I recall reading that he did die on stage. He was doing dinner theater in Shreveport Louisiana if I remember correctly, and he died of a heart attack during a performance.
    Did you know that?
    I’m not at all trying to scare you, I just thought it was interesting. That just seemed so non Sgt. Carterish to me.

    God bless you sister! ☺

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  3. hatrack4 says:

    My first car was a 70 VW bug, used. It was the first year that they put a larger engine in it, and it shook the engine apart on the tiny frame. I blew the first engine in less than a week, taking my grandmother to Florida and running out of oil. When you buy used, you buy someone else’s rejects.

    I wish you well with Mr. Toad. Please, don’t get any warts.

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  4. My first car was a 1955 Chevy. I soon discovered that I could not play the radio when the headlights were on, without running down the battery. That was a long walk home on a dark highway!

    Have you seen the Bluebird of Bitterness post of classic car ads? Here is the link, it brought back good memories and made me want to go car shopping:

    Have fun at the playhouse!

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    • says:

      I think everyone has a first car experience like we had. I just felt lucky to have transportation for me to get the kids to school. We lived about five miles from school and they weren’t part of the public school system so they couldn’t ride the bus. There were days when I thought I might have to push the car to school and back.

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  5. Oh, I love Mr. Toad!!!!
    I wanted a jeep something fierce–but my Dad would have none of that. When I turned 17 they got me a car—I was using mother’s massive mercury “boat” more than she was and we were at a crossroads with the one vehicle…sooo mom and I went car shopping. We called dad and told him we found one—a 1977 blue pinto with a full glass back hatch and plaid blue seats—he then came and met us to see it for himself. Long short…I called that car ‘pinto jeep’ because it went where no other cars would dare to go 🙂
    Then when the gas tanks were blowing up, I took the car to my priest to have it blessed and superglued a crucifix to the dash—that car served me until I married and Gregory gave me his car and drove his old truck…

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    • says:

      Sounds like an awesome car. I’m sure it survived because the priest blessed it and you super glued a crucifix to the dash. We are so much alike. It’s kind of scary😜

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  6. I’m glad the children have you as a teacher

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  7. I think I have never laughed so hard at the movies as I did when I saw the film short of Mr. Toad and his car! Thank you for reminding me of that! I laughed ’til the tears streamed and then laughed some more! This is an excellent post, by the way! So glad you were okay after the stick shift incident! Wow! What a level head you must be! Glad you will be encouraging others through drama, Kathy! You are a wonderful storyteller and what better way to tell stories is there than through drama? Hugs! ❤

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