The Pick-up

When my late husband, Mark, found out he had terminal cancer, he decided to do a few of those bucket list things he hadn't done.  One of them was to own an old pick-up.  He had read The Bridges of Madison County and, being a bit of a romantic, thought it would be cool to have an old rig to tool around town in.  So, he bought himself a 1957 Ford pick-up.  Since it was white, we called it "Whitey Ford" after the old baseball player.  It was in pretty good shape and ran well.  Mark loved it.  Trouble was, he only drove it a few times.  Then it became mine.  I drove it to the Farmer's Market on Saturdays, a distance of about 1 mile, but that was about it. 

Six years ago, when I to moved up here to marry Paul, I decided to bring the pick-up along.  After all, now I would be in a more rural setting and a pick-up might come in handy.  So, Whitey came to Palouse.  Most of the time, it sat in the barn gathering dust and bird poop.  We would charge up the battery and take it out every fall to haul logs for the winter fire and then back to the barn it would go.  Not a very exciting life for a pick-up.  Finally, about a year ago, we decided it really should be with someone who would fix it up and take care of it.  Someone who would give it a life more befitting a wonderful old pick-up.  But other things kept taking precedence over selling it.  

Then, about a month ago, Whitey had a chance for  fifteen minutes of fame.  Bookpeople, our favorite bookstore over in Moscow, ID, was having a book reading/concert for Josh Ritter and wanted an old pick-up to use as a stage.  We volunteered and Whitey made the front page of the paper!  It also had a blow-out on the way to town though, which is how we discovered that the tires were no longer safe.  So we bought four new tires and made the decision that we really needed to sell that pick-up.







So, this weekend we took it downtown in Palouse and parked it on the street right on the way to the Palouse Days Car Show in the park.  People come from all around the state to this car show.  We put a sign in the window and hoped for the best.  And it happened.  A gentleman called on Saturday, came to drive it today and loaded it up and took it home.  He is someone who fixes up old cars and trucks and takes them to car shows.  He just loved Whitey which confirmed what we already thought, that it really was a cool old pick-up.

I have mixed emotions today.  I'm really glad that someone bought the truck that appreciates it and will take good care of it.  On the other hand, I'm a little sad to see it go.  But it was time to turn that page.  So long old pal.