Linda Soderberg McKay, 1960
In 1957-58 my parents bought a Nash rambler convertible – in turquoise and white – for me to drive to school. Somehow every morning four or five of us would fit into this car to drive to school and back. Everyday I usually picked up Becky Siebert (left), Sally Paup, and Nancy Ballard. If one of us had someone spending the night that took us to five.
The car had a habit of stalling and sometimes stopping. When this happen some of us would say
“Oh-Oh” and soon that became the car’s name. (Left, Nancy Ballard; Right, Sally Paup) If “Oh-Oh” could have talked, that car would have told many stories about all the happenings and discussions when we were driving around in it.
One of the stories I would like for it to have told me is who moved my car in the school parking lot during the day. Sometimes I would come out and find it had been carried to another parking space. Sometimes part of the car had been put over a long tubular pole so two wheels were off the ground.
After my junior year my parents decided a bigger car would be safer for me and sold “Oh-Oh” to buy a small station wagon. It was definitely not as fun as “Oh-Oh”.
I am hoping a classmate reading this will maybe share the names of others (I am sure there had to be more than one) who had fun moving my car. I never caught any of the violators in the act, and to this day, have no idea who they were.
Editor’s Request: The Confession Booth is open. Will the real culprits, who so innocently relocated Linda’s Nash in the East parking lot 63 years ago, please come forward and confess. The statute of limitations is long gone, so no prosecutorial action will be taken. Confessions are the order of the day. Please see Tom Vosper’s story, “True Confessions” to be published 1/28/2022. Send us yours, if you have one, for more fun stories of life at East.
