DRIVING WITH POPPI: A Patremoir
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My father had the wanderlust and moved our family every year and a half. We lived up and down the U.S. East Coast, in Sweden, and in England during the American Golden Age of Capitalism. The plot is woven around the places we lived. A common thread in the story is his driving, at times humorous, and sometimes scary. The truth is he is loved as m
J Thomas Brown
J. Thomas Brown grew up moving, then finally settled down in Richmond, Virginia, with a family of his own. His father, an IBM© executive during the Golden Age of American Capitalism, had the wanderlust and transferred up and down the U.S. East Coast, to Sweden, England, France, and back again.
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DRIVING WITH POPPI - J Thomas Brown
One
WANDERLUST
My father was short but well-muscled, strong featured and well-formed. He was a clothes horse and dressed flamboyantly, but when it came to work was conservative and wore a dark three-piece suit. He was always in a hurry. Tears would appear in his shirts without explanation. Watch bands were replaced frequently, and cheap nylon straps substituted until the timepieces themselves stopped or the crystal faces cracked. His jewelry box was filled with watches: a Timex Expedition Indiglo with a broken backlight; an Omega Constellation Manhattan missing a strap; an unreadable Longines Automatic furrowed with gouges. He broke things: tools, door handles, radio buttons, knobs, steering wheels, and body parts, too.
I lived with my family on Tohickon Creek out in the countryside of Bucks County, Pennsylvania, at a gristmill built in 1758 called Sterner’s Mill. In 1958 Sterner’s Mill and the Tohickon Valley in which it rested were taken by eminent domain, the land denuded and our home bulldozed to create Nockamixon State Park and Recreational Lake.
As a nine-year-old boy, it was a magical place to live. The sound of the creek spilling over the millpond dam and millrace played through the air. A mossy coolness hovered along the creek like an ancient Lenape spirit. One-time Dad took me on a hike up the creek. We picked our way over boulders along the banks to where deserted hobo shacks poked through the woods on the opposite side. Much of that stretch of Tohickon Creek is a channel on the bottom of Lake Nockamixon today.
Dad seemed not to feel pain. He was digging a vegetable garden in the field out in back of the house when he ran the prong of the cultivator through his toe. He came into the house and removed his sneaker. I watched him apply mercurochrome and a bandage without flinching and then put the bloody shoe back on. He seemed unaffected and took me with him to buy seeds for the garden. I often wonder if he had a congenital pain insensitivity. From time to time he burned himself or cut his fingers and did not react other than to apply salve or band aids. Or perhaps pain was only a distraction better left ignored. To me, he always seemed indestructible.
Whether he was immune to pain or just decided not to waste his time with it became a moot question. Our delusions of immortality betray us all in the end.
Months before my father died, I asked him if he minded me writing about some of his colorful moments and driving exploits. There will be poking fun at your driving, I warned. He was a mensch about it.
Dad at the wheel was terrifying at times. We tried to laugh it off. If you drove with him, you might compare him to Mr. Magoo. But it was a mental thing. His mind was always crunching away on something else. He was not mentally in the same place where his body was. Dad said on several occasions he wished he had become a college professor and not an engineer. He enjoyed getting in front of an audience and lecturing with near perfect recall of dates and facts. Eidetic memory? He sounded like he was reading from an encyclopedia on the inside of his head. He gesticulated dramatically when speaking. This is okay if you are giving a lecture, but not if you are doing sixty down the highway and take your hands off the wheel.
My father had driving tickets. Lots. More than once, he pleaded before judges to keep his license. His driving exploits started as soon as he and my mother bought their first car, a 1955 Hudson sedan, when I was five and my sister, Lydia, four. They began their married life in a basement apartment near the Loch Raven Dam in Baltimore, too poor to afford a refrigerator. Mom, whose