Gentlemen, start your engines....

Brazil Buzz

By Mary Lou Sartor

“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it , and the imagination to improvise. The worse enemy to creativity
is self doubt.”

Sylvia Plath

It is Saturday evening and I feel tired and worn out more than ever. I hope when I visit my primary care provider next week’s lab tests will provide some answers.

I cooked some nice meals today and enjoyed my homemade strawberry shortcake. Paul and I planted a row of wildflowers to feed the birds and butterflies and hills of straight - eight cucumbers.

I almost used all the remaining space to plant. The seeds and plants already in the ground are growing.

I only wish the birds and rabbits would give it time to grow.

We watched the parade, in its entirety. Both enjoyed it very much. Everyone gave their bestv and the line up moved along well. Even the weather was pleasant today.

Years ago while an employee at Terre Haute First National Bank Paul worked at the track with a team of others handling the monetary proceeds before and during the race and participated in other activities. He still talks about that job and the Tony Hulman family. Tony was a personal friend of his father, Lowell Max Sartor during their youth. Paul did not know his father. Tony shared his memories, including riding the rails together to Bruceville and thereabout where other members of the Sartor family lived.

I have never been to a car race. I enjoyed riding around the track a couple times at Christmastime to see the displays and lights.

My dad was a huge fan of racing and all sports. He stop his work and dropped everything, mostly gardening on Memorial Day. He would tell mom to turn on the little plastic radio on top of the utility cabinet in the kitchen. Then he would perch on the front porch by the door and call in his order for drinks, preferred beverages either Kool-Ade or a cold old fashion buttermilk fix. Then he would wait for “Gentlemen start your engines.” Dad did not like too much chatting from us during the race. He could become grouchy. Too much Kool-Ade and or buttermilk can do that to a race fan until the race ends and it is time to go.

Reach me by phone at 317-286-7352.