While AmaraLand is usually all about Amara, this is a special memory from my own childhood.
By now if you’ve read some of the posts from my own childhood, you’ve probably figured out that my mother had some issues and she certainly didn’t set a very good example for my sister and me. This was just another one of those times.
We were on our way from Jonesville to Hillsdale. My mom was driving and my sister and I were both in the backseat. I told you she was a terrible driver and she was always late for wherever we were going. I remember exactly where we were on the road when I first noticed the police car behind us with its lights flashing! I was struck with fear because I knew she was speeding! But she wouldn’t pull over!
She wasn’t always the most rational person and she was convinced that it was my Uncle Putt, who was a policeman that was driving the police car. She was livid. I should explain about Uncle Putt’s name. He was the youngest of the four boys and the story I was told was that when he was little he would push his toy car around on the floor going “putt, putt, putt”. So my Uncle Lynn named him Putt and it stuck! I think Jenna was about 11 when she found out that wasn’t his real name!
But back to my mother and that trip to Hillsdale. Lights are flashing and sirens are blaring and she wouldn’t pull over! This happened during the time my parents were getting the divorce. I told you that she wasn’t just divorcing my Dad but his whole family and she was sure they were all out to get her. And since Uncle Putt worked for the Hillsdale Police Department, she was sure Dad had told him to be on the lookout for her and to pull her over every chance he got. This had never happened so it wasn’t as if she had reason to think it but she could come up with some of the craziest ideas.
My sister and I kept yelling at her to just pull over! Of course, that made her madder; we were probably taking Dad’s side. I think Judy and I were both crying when the police car pulled up alongside of us to try to wave her over since the lights didn’t seem to be having any effect! I remember yelling at her, “That isn’t Uncle Putt!” She finally pulled over and after yelling and screaming at the officer she got a ticket! She was still convinced that this was all my Dad’s fault. He’d probably told all of the police officers to pull her over.
I bet my Uncle and the entire police department talked about this one for days afterwards! While my Uncle Putt was never really in this story, it is always one of the first to come to mind when I think of him. I do miss him and think of him often.
In planning this post, I was trying to find a picture of my Uncle Putt in his police uniform. His daughter, April mentioned this to Aunt Phyllis who immediately sent me the two newspaper clippings above – plus a bunch of others! The photo is courtesy of April.