SUNDAY MEMORIES
Judy Wills
Back in 1990, our Aunt Jessie died. She was the only “Auntie” on my mother’s side, and was quite special to my brother and me. She was an antique expert, and had many items of antiques in her home – be it furniture or dishes, or whatever.
Jessie and some of her antiques
At this point, I want to copy from an older post of mine about Aunt Jessie:
Unfortunately, Jessie never thought any of us wanted anything of hers. Because none of us had expressed an interest in any of her things, some time before she died I suggested we should all make a list of her things we wanted, and give it to her. If there was a duplication in “wishes” – hers was to be the final decision. She was quite delighted to see how much we loved her things, after all. And, I must admit that, after I had made my “list,” I finished it with the statement that we would rather have HER in our lives than anything of hers….but that we loved her and wanted to have keepsakes of her.
Consequently, we all were able to acquire something of Jessie’s that we loved, and reminded us of her. One of the items was her car.
Bill and DiVoran drove it from Albuquerque to Florida. He kept that car for many years. Here’s his description:
Jessie’s car that I bought from mother after Jessie died was a 1978 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme, that had only about 75,000 miles on it. It was in excellent shape, having been a “high-desert” car (no humidity) and having been kept in the garage all its life (no rust). I had the entire car Ziebart rust-protected and undercoated as soon as we got home to Florida. After all the years I drove that car in our Florida weather (and with it parked in our driveway), it still had very little (if any) rust on it (and still had just over 150,000 miles on the speedometer) when I traded it in on the 1984 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme we bought in 1988. That’s about all I can remember.
At one point, Fred and I (and I think Janet) came down to Florida from Virginia for a visit. It was probably Spring Break, but I’m not sure. I do remember Mother was with us.
We were out one day, riding in that Olds. It was a two-door car, and I was sitting in the back seat. I saw a “movement” of some sort out of the corner of my eye. I looked down and saw – A COCKROACH! I let out a yelp and Bill, who was driving, said, “what’s the matter? What is it?”
I said, “there’s a cockroach back here!!”
Bill looked at DiVoran and said, “I thought you took care of that roach!” And DiVoran then looked at Bill and said, “I thought YOU took care of that roach!”
We continued on our journey, but I made good and sure that I didn’t see that roach at any other time on the trip! I hate cockroaches!!! I’m sorry God saw fit to make that particular insect!
Credit Google Search and http://www.schendelpest.com

Of course every body in families sees things differently, but I think this is what I recall about that roach day. You screamed, Bill pulled over and stopped, and you jumped out of the car. Does that sound anything like anything you recall?
By the way, I knew a woman who had an almost new car and when she started to get in she saw a spider. She ran back in the house and told her husband to go out and buy her a new care right away. He could and he did and she never got into the former car again.
Love, DiVoran
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Unfortunately, I do not remember jumping out of the car. Remember – we were in a 2-door car and I was in the back seat! I just remember I kept looking down at the spot where I spotted the roach throughout the remainder of the ride.
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I hate them too!
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