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I was raised in South Florida back in the years when it was a peaceful and wonderfully safe place to live. We lived a mile from the beach and could ride our bikes over the intercoastal bridge right to the best beach around. All my years of growing up I was a competitive swimmer and belonged to AAU. I granduated from Florida State University with a BS degree in nursing. I am recently retired but I'm thinking of going back to work to support my hobbies.
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Monday, January 17, 2011

The "Fliver".....A Rambling Thought

The other day, as I was listening to an audiobook while driving my car, I heard a word that immediately brought on memories of my father when I was just a little girl in Illinois.  I'm listening to an audiobook "Half-Broke Horses" by Jeannette Walls.  It takes places during the early 1900's, and in it the author refers to her car as a "fliver".  I had not heard anyone call a car a fliver since I was a young child in Illinois, and that's what my Dad always called our car.  He'd say, "O.K., everyone, let's load up the fliver" if we were going somewhere.  We moved to Florida  when I was 8 years old, and from then on, the fliver was called a car, and I never heard the word used again.  Isn't it funny the things that bring on episodes of nostalgia?  We lost my father at the age of 90 2-1/2 years ago, but there are some things you never really forget, even though they stay hidden in the back of your mind.


Aurora Scraps & More said...

Aren't those old memories simply wonderful! They seem to come at us at the perfect moment as well. Just wanted to say that I love your blog title. Made me laugh out loud actually! Thanks for that. Have a wonderful day!

Karen said...

Hi Laurakim, I lost my grandmother about 2-1/2 yrs ago she was also 90, and I think of her often, and it is mostly when I hear little things that I don;t think mean anything, until I hear it back in my head. my sisters and I call them Nanaisms. Thanks for getting me to think of my Nana, tonight, Karen

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