The following story was written by Michelle Kreidler, a good friend of my Aunt Peggy’s. Aunt Peggy (my father’s sister) has been gone since 2003, but her memories and her sharp sense of humor remain.
Peggy’s Car by Michelle Kreidler
The first time Peggy ever bought a car was 11 years ago. She had owned cars before, but she never had to actually buy one. Peggy was an independent woman with a job and her own money and she wanted to make a statement with her first car. Red! It was going to be red! Make? Model? Engine? Who cares? As long as it was red. So with her son, Chris, in tow, she made her way to the car dealerships.
She started at a Honda dealership. She had only one question, “Does this car come in red?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, it does not,” said the salesman.
Peggy moved on.
At the next dealership, she asked the same question. She got the same answer and quickly moved on.
Peggy went from far lot to car lot looking for a red car. Each time she moved on, disappointed, yet determined.
Peggy finally arrived at a Nissan dealership. Sure enough, they had a car in red. In fact, she could have the car right there on the lot. Peggy signed the paperwork, took the car keys and moved on down the road.
Peggy drove that car with pride for years.
The last time she was able to drive the car was about four months ago. Peggy drove to get her hair and nails done. Then she moved on. She went to a restaurant and had a small meal. And then she moved on. She got back in that shiny red car and drove it to St. Hilary Church.
It had been about thirty years since Peggy last went to church, and she was very nervous about coming back. She lit a candle and sat in the back. This time she did not move on. She sat there quietly and prayed. She went to confession with Father Yahner. She reconnected with the church that she had grown up in, that had shaped her life and that she had drifted away from.
Then Peggy moved on.
copyright 2003 Michelle Kreidler