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Evening Orchid Corvair!

evening orchid corvair '65 - world o' jeff

evening orchid corvair '65 - world o' jeff

I have always said that the right car in the wrong color is the wrong car. No beige 1959 Cadillacs for me, thank you.

A lady named Emily in the store last week casually mentioned that she was selling her 1965 Corvair that she had owned for 25 years. “What color”, I asked, which is always my first question when someone tells me about a car. “It’s called Evening Orchid”, she replied. “It’s kind of a lilac”.

Thank you Jeff and frapper!

I now know that My lavender and white Corvair convertible wasn’t a custom paint job but a real Chevrolet color of the day! Evening orchid. The only difference between mine and this one is mine had a white convertible top and white white wall tires … so it was like the yellow one I posted, but this color! Awesome!

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My lavender and white Corvair convertible

Well, it was mine for about 1/2 an hour…

OK, well … it was mine, but I never got to drive it.

It was somewhat like this one:

800px-1964_Corvair_Monza

The difference was mine was kinda a lavendery pink with white leather interior and white convertible, and white white wall tires. It had sat for 2 yrs and the paint had oxidized so it wasn’t shiny. But it was mine! I intended to paint it bright yellow (not pastel yellow like this image here), but bright yellow jacket yellow with black trim. And the Autobots‘s Bumble Bee was NOT even a gleam in anyone’s eyes back in 1971…

Anyway, back to my story … My Dad and a few guy friends went to pick it up somewhere near the Carlisle, PA area. Like I say, it sat for a couple years and belonged to a little old lady. Apparently she had it painted that pinky lavender since I haven’t seen any anywhere that color.

My Dad picked the car up after putting in some gas and it actually started right up! Wow. He and the guys drove it home to the farm in PA where we were staying at the time. And drove it right up the hill, well more like gunned it up the hill, showing off a bit…Well, next thing I know, the car has a cracked block and there’s no way we can fix that. My Dad felt awful…I couldn’t let him feel bad like that so I told him not to worry about it. But it really did hurt as you can imagine. But people are more important than things…

It was so sweet of my Dad to even want to get this cool little car for me for my first car. I will always cherish his love for me and what he did for me in life and when he passed away. Daddy…Loving Memory

I wish I had gotten a picture of that little car before it died…

You are always in my heart Daddy…I love you and miss you so much!

What got me going on this today? I don’t know, we were talking about first cars, and was looking around on the Internet today and came across Keith’s Blog: The Corvair I Let Get Away and just had to tell my story too.

Oh, forgot to mention that my Dad didn’t forget … when we moved back to the Jersey Shore, he got me a Galaxy 500 Maroon/Burgundy with black roof and interior and fixed it up just so…like I mentioned in the postings about my Dad. He was an amazing fellow…

I miss you Pappa

May 1st we celebrate the life of a very precious man, my Daddy, who passed away in 2005.

Daddy would have been 78 tomorrow.

I posted articles about my Pappa on the page entitled:

Daddy…Loving Memory

Until we meet again, Pappa…

Happy Father’s Day!

Happy Father’s Day!

I feel very blessed to have had a wonderful Dad for so many years.

Papa, I love and miss you so much!

Daddy…In Loving Memory

We miss you Daddy

Well, another year has passed since my Dad passed away on May 26, 2005.

My baby sister and I were talking about it and it still is very hard to deal with him being gone. She posted a wonderful tribute in their local newspaper for Daddy. I am going to post it here as well as the image she sent me on my phone of Daddy’s and our nephew Jacob Bunker’s graves … side by side at the pond in the cemetery in South Boston, VA.

Daddy and Jacob's graves in South Boston, VA

Daddy and Jacob's graves in South Boston, VA

My baby sister Debbie's Memorial Tribute to our Daddy on this anniversary of his passing in 2005.

My baby sister Debbie's Memorial Tribute to our Daddy on this anniversary of his passing in 2005.

All I can say is your loss still hurts so much … as I sit here in tears. I miss you so much Papa … until we meet again.

Thought for the Day – November 11, 2008

In Remembrance of All Veterans from All Wars

In Remembrance of All Veterans from All Wars


© Nancy Thiele | Dreamstime.com

To all the Veterans of all the wars, including my Dad, who was in the Army during the Korean War, I say, “Thank you” for all you’ve done for our country.

November 11, 2008 is Veterans Day in the United States and is coincidentally the 90th anniversary of World War One, which was fought from 1914 to 1918.

An Act (52 Stat. 351; 5 U. S. Code, Sec. 87a) approved May 13, 1938, made the 11th of November in each year a legal holiday; “a day to be dedicated to the cause of world peace and to be thereafter celebrated and known as ‘Armistice Day’.”

Congress amended this act on November 8, 1954, replacing “Armistice” with Veterans, and it has been known as Veterans Day since.

May this day not only a day of remembering our Veterans, but also be the day dedicated to the cause of world peace.

Until We meet again …

Getting back to everyday living seems so strange after Daddy’s passing … when they talk about a funeral being for the mourners, they really do mean that. Daddy isn’t in that beautiful casket; his physical shell is there, but Daddy isn’t there.

Tribute to Robert Charles Bunker - May 1, 1932 - May 26, 2005

The memorial services were held at the Wrenn-Yeatts Funeral Home in Danville. The Wrenn-Yeatts folks were absolutely amazing. I have never seen such loving care by a funeral home. They cared for Daddy as though he was their own relative, and treated us as though we were their own family and were right there for us whenever they were needed. They did all they could to make our last visitations with Daddy before he was buried the best they could possibly be under the circumstances. I, for one, will never forget what they did for us, and I know that my baby sister Debbie and her husband Dana (who chose them), and the rest of our family will not forget either. There was not only the typical flowers and casket, but in addition there was a large collage of pictures of Daddy and each of us over time as well as some pictures from his military days and his youth. Plus there was a flat screen monitor with a slide show above and to the left of the casket with similar types of pictures to help ease the pain. They even allowed Debbie, her son Caleb, and I to visit the morning they were going to take Daddy down to the graveside.

The Graveside Service was held at the Halifax Memorial Gardens, with the lovely grave site right by the pond with the birds singing and fish catching bugs in the pond — right where Daddy would have wanted to be. It was absolutely beautiful there (we also stopped on our way home to Dendron yesterday to see Daddy and they had the flowers carefully laid on the grave and the canopy was still there to protect the flowers and the visitors from the heat of the sun. It was so peaceful.).

The pastor of Daddy and Mother’s church in South Boston Virginia, Rev. Bruce Hagy, who knew Daddy well for the last few years of his life, gave a moving tribute to Daddy, then his wife sang a beautiful song a cappella. After that, my baby sister Debbie’s husband, who is the pastor of Mother and Daddy’s current Church in Danville (Danville Christian Fellowship), spoke of Daddy, his father-in-law (who felt more like his own Dad), and I will never forget the love he has for Daddy. Richard Allen and another sweet lady, Debra Simmons, from the church sang a song each as well, and we were all blessed by their singing.

Despite the Memorial Day weekend, Taps and the Flag Folding Ceremony was performed and the flag presented ‘on behalf of a grateful nation’ to our Mother. I thank the VFW and Army officer very much for coming to do this for Daddy and our family.

My Jim helped get the nice battery driven PA system ready for the service and collected some songs (with the help of our friend Charlie in Michigan) that we all wanted to hear during and after the service. Jim handled this audio during the Graveside Service as well as making sure the music was available for Richard Allen and Debra Simmons, who each sang a song through the microphone on this cool little battery powered PA system, and also played the music after the service during the greetings and condolence time. In addition, Jim played ‘I Come To The Garden Alone’ (the copy our friend Adam gave us), near the time when the family members placed their roses of remembrance on the casket.

Our sister Berta, brought each of us a copy of the newspaper with Daddy’s obituary in it, and a CD with some pictures of Daddy and the family, as well as some pictures from the viewing for us to keep as momentos.

I know I am forgetting something at this very moment.

In Daddy’s proper style of keeping things lively and providing comic relief in times of need, the folks at the grave site had trouble with a root when trying to lower the casket in the grave (after putting the plastic casing around the casket). I am sure the folks at the memorial park were not happy with the situation, but they need not have worried. The situation provided the much needed time and relief when we really didn’t wish to see the casket lowered so quickly into the grave even when we knew it needed to be. By the time they finally got it past the root, and cut the straps loose (which were now a permanent part of the grave site), and lowered the casket the rest of the way into the grave…by then, we (or maybe it was just me) were ready to deal with it better (at least that was my take on it). We all knew this was just like Daddy … he always got his money’s worth on everything! 🙂

My baby sister Debbie and her husband Dana were totally amazing through all of this .. I was so very proud of both of them. They were the ones who were Daddy’s caregivers since the cancer struck last year right up to the end. Together, they are a wonderful team, and took care of all the details and pulled all the family together in such a loving and beautiful way. May God give them the peace and rest they need after this trying time. I am so thankful to Dana for being there and being such a pillar of support through all of this time to all of us, particularly to his wife Debbie and our Mother.

I am also very proud of my Mother, who handled herself so very well through it all and during the last and most difficult month in particular. As did all our family in this trying time. We are all so thankful to have had an extra year of good quality of life with Daddy because of the surgery last year.

Sunday morning before we went to the Graveside Service, we went to church and Dana and the entire church was so loving and supportive during the service. Also the following was placed in the Sunday Bulletin that was handed out for the service:

Memories Keep Those We Love
Close to Us Forever

To the Family and Friends of –
Robert Charles Bunker

Although words seem to say so little,
We hope they help in some small way
to ease the sense of loss
that you’re experiencing today.
Hold fast to your memories,
to all the cherished moments
of the past,
to the blessings and the laughter,
the joys and the celebrations,
the sorrow and the tears.
They all add up to a treasure
of fond yesterdays
that you shared and spent together,
and they keep the one you loved
close to you in spirit and in thought.

The special moments and memories in
your life will never change.
They will always be in your heart,
today and forevermore.

In Memory of Robert Charles Bunker
May 1, 1932 – May 26, 2005

Daddy and Fran November 2002

Oh, Papa, you showed us how to deal with sorrow, pain and so many things … I will try to be like you and get back to living and enjoying life as you would have wished …

May we have the strength to do that now. I know that time heals all wounds. I know this in my heart and that the waves of sorrow never really leave, but they will become further apart and we will be better able to handle them when they come as time goes on and they gratefully will soften with time. I rest in that knowledge now.

I will keep the wonderful memories of my Dad in my heart just as my Jim did with his Mom when she died 20 years ago. Jim says that this is how we can continue to honor them beyond the grave.

(Jim is playing “I Come To The Garden Alone” quietly in the background as I am writing this.)

Papa, I will not say say good-bye, I will say “until we meet again …”

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