Monday Memory - Sitting “Under Daddy’s Wing”

I grew up as one of seven children.  My childhood was in the fifties - before seatbelts.  When my family would travel, my father would drive, and he would take turns letting us children sit “under his wing.”  That means we’d sit close by his side, with his arm in front of us to protect us.  In those days before seatbelts, there was no greater feeling of love and security than traveling down the road - safe and protected under Daddy’s wing.

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3 Responses to “Monday Memory - Sitting “Under Daddy’s Wing””

  1. Norma Says:
    June 12th, 2006 at 1:34 pm

    Great memory. I didn’t have that kind of Dad, but he used to take me with him in his truck, and I thought that was great fun. Since he wasn’t a hands on father, I’ve often wondered why he did that.

    My MM is up.

  2. Ms. Cornelius Says:
    June 12th, 2006 at 2:23 pm

    Ahh, that memory was also made possible by the bench seat.

    My parents couldn’t have children for 16 years after they married. When I came along, my dad would show me off by having me stand on the seat next to him as he drove through his home town. It was sweet.

  3. Paul Says:
    June 13th, 2006 at 3:29 pm

    what a great nostalgic post, brought back memories, thank you.

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