Our Fourth Wedding Anniversary..with Old Blue too..

Today is our fourth year wedding anniversary. One of beetles is remembered on this occassion.
Old blue was my husbands volkswagen beetle. It was beat up, rusted, and scraggley. It had potential to be a diamond in the rough. Erik had big plans for this beetle. The plan was to take the time to slowly rebuild it bit by bit till it was as good as new again. The engine had been rebuilt and the next step, I think, was to resolve all the old wiring. During that time Erik got very sick. He was later diagnosed with cancer. The bug was put on hold.

Erik and I had been friends for almost 6 years. We always hung out and watch tv or tinker with the beetle. It wasn't until Erik found out that he had cancer that he told me how deep his feeling ran for me. I had taken Erik to live with me. You could say I tricked him into staying. I had invited him over to my apartment to hang out. As the night wore on I convinced him to spend the night since it was so late to be driving home. He stayed and from that night on he never left my side. I was concerned that he would need help and support while he under went chemo. I really didn't think he would get that at his home. Erik and I had always been only friends, best friends. For a very long time, I had loved him very much and he knew it. I didn't want to lose him nor did I want to go without ever expressing just how much I really love him. One night, without any warning, I kissed him for the first time. I just took that long dreaded chance and went in for the kill. He was very surprised that I had done what we never dared to do. He told me later that it was then that he knew I was the one. But just for the record..I made the first move and finally suduced him and won him over.

Erik and I decided to get married soon after. The beetle was our only source of transportation. My Nissan had died after it leaked out of oil. It was in old blue that Erik and I drove to civil court one rainy morning to get married. We stopped along the way to pick up our best frined Jackie to be our only witness and photographer.

"Thank you Jackie you were great!"

We all fitted our selves in the beetle and made our way to downtown. With the rusted floor panals we all strived to keep our feet from getting wet when ever we drove over the puddles of the old broken down streets. The streets were empy from the rain and the mud that ran from all the construction site surrounding us. It added to a gloomy day but it didn't dampen our spirits. We were all excited. We married. How I had wished that we had been able to have decorated old blue with strings of cans hanging from the back of the deck lid with the old familiar writing on the back "Just Married". It didn't happen but the memory of that day will never be forgotten.

This is mellow yellow. The future speed demon to be. She was a gift to my husband from me, after having lost old blue. She is still waiting for some minor cosmetic repairs. Although she runs just fine, she won't be road ready until she is done. 

My husband and I a week before our daughter was born. 

This is a picture of old blue. She was born in 1963 and died in 2002. She holds a very special place in our hearts.

Over the Mountains and Through the Fields..I Don't Feel So Good.

Over the mountains and through the fields of farming land. These were the familiar sights we'd see whenever we took off to go camping or to visit family in the different parts of Mexico. I can say I have traveled more than most. All through out Mexico we have family that live close by in town or a bit further in other towns and cities. I remember alway traveling in our lil' sky blue volkswagen beetle. On long trips I'd always ride in the back by myself; laid out looking out the window at the telephone lines that would run along the sky irregularly.

The car was cute and small. However I must say that as a child the car never seemed small to me. It had vinyl interior and unlike most volkswagen now a days, this one had no rust anywhere. My father had maintained it every chance he got. The car had its normal wear and tear and it still had all its original parts. The only thing that had really changed was the color. It had once been a yellow beetle.

I remember my father had repainted in front of our house long ago. The oddest thing about this memory is that when he painted it, he had painted it using spray cans. Boy, he did a job on it too. There were no drip marks or anything! You'd think the car had just come off of the assembly line.

I will never forget packing for our many road trips. We always had the luggage on the roof rack of the car and some in the bonnet as well (that would be the trunk located at the front of the car). We would have the picnic basket filled with food and drinks. I would have my doll, Marcos, and my blanket in back with me. Last but not least was the "special" restock in the glove compartment.

The glove compartment contained only the most vital of items for our trips..barf bags. No matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the road, so as not to get sick, I just couldn't help it. I would get sick from the conjstant driving up and down winding roads. It was nauseating! I would often leave a trail of paper barf bags along the way. I know its gross but what else were we going to do, carry them with us?

It was always an adventure in the beetle. It was my limo of the times to be chauffeured around in. Those were the days...
-SimoneWarrior-