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THE PINK CADILLAC — September 1, 2010 by Diane Dean White

Posted in MEMORY LANE by doloresayotte on September 1, 2010
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MEMORY LANE

It was one of those days that made me want to head out and see what type of sales were going on around the area. Garage and estate sales were very popular during the mid 90’s and especially in the spring, summer and fall.  I had a small antique display in a shop in a nearby town and was always looking for items to add to it. Unless there were some things really worth looking at, it usually didn’t take me five minutes to stop and check out a sale and get back into the car. 

On this particular fall day, the weather was pleasant and I decided upon an early start. I knew as soon as the doors opened the best buys were available, and I also knew that all the antique dealers would be the first people in line when the sale began at 9, and I wanted to beat them! 

As I was getting ready I overheard our son telling someone he would hitch a ride with Mom, that she was getting ready to go out, and his car had been loaned to his younger brother. I told him I’d drop him off on my way, but I wanted to make a couple of stops en route to his destination. He agreed to “one” or “two” stops. 

Down the road and past the corner deli and barber shop we went. We made tracks along a lone street where a house sat by itself. It was a new home, and the lawn hadn’t been seeded, but the double car garage held a number of possibilities on tables. The outside drive-way did too. The balloons on the mail box and several signs boosted “Sale Today.”  

Yes, I love those signs and they always speak to me! 

I went into the garage and greeted the young mothers sitting together; I knew that I wasn’t going to want anything among the baby items; but I did check out the little area of “I’m sick of this, but who knows what it might be worth” table. Everyone seemed to be collecting some little animals that came in boxes of Red Rose tea bags.

I scanned the place and walked towards my son who was looking at tables outside with goodies on them. I noticed he was pretty intent upon a pink car with white trim that was among other items, and he whispered “Mom, look at this,” and proceeded to take the seat out of the middle of a Pink Cadillac convertible.

I tried to figure out exactly what the car was supposed to be. A cookie jar, but very shallow to hold many cookies, and then I noticed the little slots in the white seats, and I figured it was an ash tray. The car was all pink with white around the wheels, interior of the seats and accents in front, with chrome trim.

One of the young mothers from the garage yelled “It belongs to my brother, but you can have it for a buck.” I always feel like I can do better and returned, “How about .50?” She replied that would be fine and we left with our Pink Cadillac, for whatever purpose. 

I continued onto bigger and better things that day, or so I thought, and when I got home I looked over my “finds.”  I couldn’t shake the idea that this Pink Cadillac was sort of special, and since our oldest son had found it, I guess it was.

During the following weeks when we went to antique shows I’d check out the cookie jars. My hubby explained that it was a 1957 Cadillac Convertible and not an ash tray!  The dealers who had the “cookie jars” were interested in knowing about the Caddie Convertible, and told me they had some with Elvis and other characters in the seats. It was made by McCoy. I knew that this wasn’t a McCoy, as I had looked for markings and found nothing. But I also knew that it was in good shape and worth something.

The cookie jars we saw following my .50 buy, showed prices of $175.00 on up for Pink Cadillac Cookie Jars. Well, it has been over 14 years now and I’ve never sold that car. I don’t get those days anymore to go to garage sales with our oldest son who lives out-of-state. I can’t seem to let go of the memories of that fall day years back; some how it seems like that ’57 Pink Cadillac is still a special treasure, of a special time in my life. 


Thanks so much Diane for sharing such a fond memory with all of us!

Please visit Diane at: www.DianeDeanWhite.com 

Diane is a former newspaper reporter and author of two books.  She contributes to various publications and shares heartwarming stories with readers.  She and her husband Stephen, reside in Florida.

  

  


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  1. Sarah said,

    love this story….and that pink cadillac!!!

  2. hope_rising said,

    first of all I laughed right out loud at this comment

    “Yes, I love those signs and they always speak to me! ”

    They don’t speak to me, but I know people ( your people ) and I don’t know how many accidents I have almost been in with drivers who see those signs and, without warning and instantly, pull to the side of the road. Honestly sometimes I am still reading the sign and they have already parked and are half way up the driveway! It is so funny!

    Anyhoo! What a great find! I’m so glad you held on to it, what a nice time to remember every time you look at it.

    Just for laughs though, check the scheduled for the the Antique Road Show. If it comes near your town, you should take it in and have them appraise it! It’s pretty unusual, I bet you could get on t.v. with it! How fun would that be!


  3. Thank you Sarah and Hope for your comments.
    Hope…I could feel the positive energy and pleasure you derive from these kinds of sales right through cyberspace! Sarah…yes that pink Caddillac. I don’t think Diane would part with it, no matter the price! 🙂

  4. Lorraine Gauthier said,

    That’s a beautiful story Diane. Sometimes it is the littlest things in life that bring us the greatest joy and fondest memories. Enjoy your treasure!!!


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