Monday, May 11, 2020

Dad's Memories of Driving with Uncle Nate

November 1998

My name is Seymour Wolinsky, younger brother of Nathan Wolinsky.  I will be going back about 69 years at which time I was 7 or 8 years old and Nathan was 13 or 14.   I'm going to recall accidents that Nate and I had with him driving. I was always with him. I'll let you decide whether I was his charm or his jinx. All dates will be approximate.

 
In 1927 or 29, my father bought a new Ford Model A car for about $450. After about two years he made the last payment. Nate and our brother Ben were known for one thing, and that was for putting the pedal to the metal.

 We drove to the next platform and the pickup truck was loading milk. Nate pulled up to the platform a little too fast, hit the brakes and the front wheels locked up.   He hit the sand on the shoulder of the road. The more he pushed the brakes, the more he was pulled into the sand and toward the truck.


They were loading the milk on the truck with the tailboard half-way down. We hit the truck so hard that all the glass from our truck flew out and the truck was totaled.

Call it luck or someone looking over us, the milk truck tailboard was just head high to us and would have decapitated us if it was down, but it flew up and we had only a few minor scratches. Again, we had no insurance.


The first two accidents were in part Nate's fault and mostly my father's fault for letting him drive on the road with no license. I don't know why he never got a ticket for driving without a license.


The third accident was about three years later.  He now had a license! This accident was not Nate's fault, and I was with him again         My father had purchased a brand-new Plymouth car in the early 1930's. Again he had just made the last payment on the car.
He sent Nate to deliver four cans of milk to a customer.  The weather was zero degrees. We went to deliver the milk at a normal rate of speed, and were making a right tum when a limousine behind us rammed us at about 70 mph. He drove our car into the front of a house that had a 2-foot by 2-foot cement pole on the corner of the house.  It fell on the car. Milk cans, milk covers, and milk flew all over the car! We were soaked from head to foot with milk.  When we stepped out of the car, we became two instant frozen popsicles, but were otherwise unhurt