my husband reminded me today that i was not your typical *latch key” kid of the 70’s. We had a nanny. Well, a better term would be………… a *manny* named *Carwash Jack*. Most mothers would not give a single man, who worked during the day at a carwash, a room in her home. That said, my mom was not your typical mom. She could size people up within 5 minutes. She knew she had nothing to fear about Carwash Jack, and she was right. We needed *nightcare* since she worked the nightshift and he was available. His hours at the carwash were 6 am till 3pm. We came home after school and there he was. Beer in one hand, Kool-aid pitcher in the other. I mostly remember him as a kind, gentle soul who pretty much let us run riot as he drank himself each night to blissful sleep. Three things stand out in my memory of him.
- He collected the beer pull tabs to make chains. They hung from everywhere.
- He listened to small transistor radio. Depending on the season it was either the Dodgers or The Lakers. He was, a true fan.
- Sometimes I would find him crying really softly to Patsy Cline on the radio.
Sad to say I really don’t know what happened to him? My mom remarried, we moved to a respectable neighborhood and he was on his own. I know he missed us. My mom would mention that she spoke with him every now and then. They tore down the carwash, built a giant mall and he moved up north. My mom said he got a little dog. He did not have any real family and I think, my brother, mother and I filled his life (as loud and obnoxious as we all were) with some sense of being.
Rock on Carwash Jack. Best manny out there!
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Hope that Carwash Jack is doing well, where ever he is.
I just read all your posts. I love your trips down memory lane, what a great idea for you to start a blog. It’s such a specific mode of expression 🙂