I could not wait til Dad came home with his delivery truck! This was going to be the highlight of my day. The truck looked like a united parcel truck that we have today, but THIS was so much more fun for me!! Dad would say “jump in” and off we would go. The drive was about 7 miles from our home to the inlet in Atlantic City. – but wait– I was standing the whole time, and trying to figure out where to hold on! Have I mentioned, Dad would keep those sliding doors opened, so I could feel the breeze, along with the bump bump bump of this incredible ride.
We were driving in a Keebler biscuit truck. This was a Dad’s time to decompress from a long day of deliveries. I think that the company truly wanted him to bring this truck to Philadelphia to pick up the load, but he said no, have another guy bring it to Atlantic City, and he would make the stops from here. – they agreed!
I had no fear of falling out of this contraption, but just the wonderful feeling of having Dad to myself. Who knows what we talked about? This was about 50 years ago now. I was just 10 years old, a tiny slip of a girl with long, ash blonde hair and big brown eyes. All I knew was that Dad would keep me safe, and could always make me laugh. He was one of those tall, slim guys with kind blue eyes and light brown hair. – quite the looker! He was a quiet man, but oh boy could he make you belly laugh once he let loose with one of his zingers! Oh my goodness, how we did laugh!