I Remember the Doctor's 1960 Cadillac!!

A 1960 Cadillac like the one in this story.

When I was seventeen years old I had graduated high school, gotten a job in town and was making a whole $1.00 an hour. That was really good since all I had ever made, as a farm laborer was 50 cents an hour. Since I had to go the three miles to town to work each day I had finally bought the first car that our family had ever owned. I had purchased a 1953 Ford four door for $250.00. Life was great.

Our house was a four-room clapboard house with a big porch on the front and back side of the house. The porches were half the width of the house and about twelve feet deep. The front porch was on the east side of the house and the back porch was on the west side. My bedroom and the front porch were about the same size and made up the front part of the house and faced the highway that ran in front of the house.

We seldom used the front porch since the pump; outhouse, garden, mailbox and driveway were all off of the back porch. The house was built on concrete blocks, it had eight inch by eight inch timbers under the house with floor joists nailed to them and it sat about two feet off of the ground. During the winter we would close the space under the house up with boards to keep the cold wind out and in the spring we would take them down and store them under the porch to let the wind blow under. The house sat at a crossroads intersection of a fairly busy highway. The highway was on a raised embankment about five feet higher than our front yard. It was fairly common to witness auto accidents in front of our house. One day I heard a crash and when I looked out my bedroom window I saw one of our neighbors cars coming straight for my window, and me. Luckily they were able to get it stopped within a couple of feet of the house. They had run the stop sign and gotten hit by another car, which spun them around and off into our front yard.

One summer night as I lay in bed, almost asleep, I heard a crash out in front of the house. I jumped up and looked out my window but couldn’t see anything. The noise had also woke my mom and sisters so when I came out of my bedroom with a flash light headed for the back door they were headed for my bed room to look out my window. When I got to the front of the house there was nothing there. There was nothing on the highway and nothing in the yard. I walked up onto the shoulder of the highway and looked with my flashlight in both directions, nothing. As I walked back across the front yard my light shone on the front porch, or rather on what had been the front porch. It was gone! There was no porch left except for about three feet of the corner where it joined the kitchen and my bedroom. The eight-inch wooden beam was lying on the ground, the posts that supported the roof were hanging down from the roof, and everything else was gone except for splinters. Needles to say my stomach did a flip-flop. I looked at what was left of the porch then looked where my bedroom was. What ever had taken out the front porch had missed my bed, and me, by about eight feet. I looked around and still saw nothing that could have caused the damage. As I looked at the porch I noticed tire tracks going across our garden, which was east of the house. I followed the tracks, by flashlight, through the garden, through the soybean field, which was just east of the garden, all the way back up onto the embankment of the highway and back down into the soybean field. About that time I saw light come on out in the field. It was about three hundred yards from the house and about seventy-five yards off of the highway. As I walked toward the light I met an older lady and gentleman who were coming to my light.

It turned out that a doctor and his wife were returning to their home in Blytheville. The doctor had gotten tired and had laid down in the back seat for a nap and his wife was driving. She was not familiar with the road and failed to see the intersection as she came from the north and needed to turn east. When she ran the stop sign and landed in our front yard her foot slipped off of the brake of the new Cadillac she was driving and floored the car through the house and across the field. Even as I write this I still get a chuckle thinking of that doctor waking up in the back floorboard when she slammed on the brakes and shot off of a five-foot bank into our front yard. Luckily neither of them were hurt. They asked if anyone could drive them home, twenty-six miles. I consented and they climbed into my 1953 ford. We had a very good conversation on the way to their home, even a few laughs by everyone, even the boy who almost wound up in bed with a new Caddie. They tried to pay me for taking them home and of course I refused. You just didn’t charge people to help them out in that part of the country in those days. The doctor promised that he would send a crew of men the next week to repair all damage to our house. He was true to his word, he even offered to pay my uncle for the damage his car had caused to the soybean field. When I got into my car the next morning to go to work there lay a twenty-dollar bill. The doctor had paid me for my trouble even though I had refused his offer. You know to this day it still amazes me that as I lay in bed and had the porch ripped off of the house less than eight feet from where I lay I can not remember ever feeling or hearing any part of the crash that registered with me in any way. I didn’t know the house had been hit until I saw it. I think that a maybe a clapboard house doesn’t have enough lumber in it to shake much.

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I Remember the Doctor's 1960 Cadillac!! by 


A story from my youth of a near miss.

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  • Enivea
    Eniveaover 5 years ago

    Wow! That’s quite a story Byron. All I can say is there is a Good Shepherd watching over you….

  • Thanks, you are right there must have been.

    – barnsis

  • Sean Jansen
    Sean Jansenover 5 years ago

    Great read Byron…….that is quite the story : )

  • Thank you Sean, totally true story

    – barnsis

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardarover 5 years ago

    Excellent written byron! quite a story! thanks for sharing here!

  • BarbL
    BarbLover 5 years ago

    Wow…what an experience, Byron! Thank goodness they missed you and your bedroom….but what this story really points out is that in those days, you took things more in stride…none of this racing to a lawyer’s office to sue someone. We just took care of business and went on our way. Your doctor was an honest man who lived up to his promises. I like that!!

  • Thank you, you got the point thanks

    – barnsis

  • Pamela Phelps
    Pamela Phelpsover 5 years ago

    Interesting story, so well written, What an experience, but somehow you were kept from the trauma of such a thing through your sleep state!

  • Thanks, I guess you are right I never did figure out how I didn’t know the house was hit.

    – barnsis

  • Susan Bergstrom
    Susan Bergstromover 5 years ago

    Maybe the wife was looking for a drive through place to get some coffee…LOL…since there weren’t many back then (if any)… maybe she was the first to introduce the “Drive Through”!!! Great story…you know you can self publish all of these great stories on Lulu.com…

  • She definitely introduced the drive through, nearly drive through Byron. Hey that was so long ago there were not even any McDonald’s. The only place to get coffee was at a cafe or home.

    – barnsis

  • Sorry didn’t read all the way to the bottom. Lulu.com??? Will look.

    – barnsis

  • stephaniek
    stephaniekover 5 years ago

    What a great story Byron………….yours are always worth the time!! ;-)) Was the new porch better than the old?

  • Thank you and thank you, No really it was just like the old one just with new lumber.

    – barnsis

  • Keith Richardson
    Keith Richardsonover 5 years ago

    There you go, Byron, letting out with another wonderful story from your past. My creative spirit is inspired, even if the skill level is absent – could someone perhaps, paint an illustration for this? maybe this could become a project for skilled RedBubblers???
    Thanks mate!

  • Thanks Keith, I just might see if I can work up something and add to it.

    – barnsis

  • © Karin  Taylor
    © Karin Taylorover 5 years ago

    what a story Byron, you sure have had the most amazing experiences in life, and i feel like everything that happened to you, did so for a reason….it gave your character and taught you real life lessons like no words from books ever could have, i greatly enjoy your writing, and this one was brilliant! thank you for sharing your life and your stories!!!

  • Thank you, it is really amazing how in your later years you can find such a story in one tiny bit of all the years you have traveled.

    – barnsis

  • Heabar
    Heabarover 4 years ago

    WOW Byron thanks for sharing this wonderful story & yes i know that Jesus the Holy Spirit & God’s protective angels were all around you folks & the Doctor & his wife that night Amazing how we are all looked after by the Wonderful Shepherd !!! God Bless us all !! Heather !!!

  • Thank you for taking the time to read this, It was really an amazing event where just a very few feet change one way or another could have been disaster.

    – barnsis

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