Here’s another Whipper Barony tale!
My sister and I went to St John’s Catholic Elementary School near the Navy Base in Charleston, SC. Just about everyone else went across Rivers Ave to Ben Tillman Public School. I always dreamed of being able to ride a big yellow school bus like everyone else in the neighborhood. (That would have to wait until high school.)
When Dad was not deployed, he would drive us to school and be there to pick us up in the afternoon. Mom never learned to drive and never rode in the front seat of our car. She did not want to know how fast Dad was going.
Anyway, there came the year my Dad was reassigned to Guam. He went unaccompanied.
Well, how do we get to school now Mom? Why you will take a taxi cab son. Every morning like clockwork a black and white cab would pull up at our house and park on the street. Everyday after school let out there would be a black and white cab in the parking lot. I never saw Mom pay the driver and I don’t remember if it was always the same driver.
You know what I do remember? How big the back seat of that cab was and how far it seemed to be from the front seat. You could have put a whole ‘nother bench in there facing backwards and still had foot room!
