Car Keys – Theme Fridays

Lucky had a key ring, big and jangly. Car keys, house keys, padlock keys, work keys, mysterious keys that unlocked secret things. It hooked to his back belt loop and danced and sang whenever he jaunted about. Looking down at the big, black shoes with the round toes, the cuffed dungarees and white socks. And they hypnotised me, my eyes compelled to follow their big bouncey steps. Always, I wanted to reach out and grab them, like a stranger playing hide and seek, they called to me, promising a prize if I could catch them.

Patsy’s keys didn’t jangle, nor were they on display but were rather a dainty little thing she tucked in her purse with kleenix and gumballs, a small leather wallet and a pink rat-tail comb. I never watched those keys, maybe because they were hidden and did nothing to tease my eyes or my mind. They held no magic or intrigue because they were so normal.

I longed to have keys like Lucky’s to have the power that they would avail me. Loud and big – jaunty and strong. I wonder now, if each of those keys had a place that they fit into or if many of them were gone but Lucky couldn’t let go of the keys to the missing locks. He didn’t like to throw things away. He was a keeper. He kept things and fixed things and made things that were dead to other people come back to life.

Always in his workshop (which everyone else called the garage) with his salvaged refrigerator, radios and televisions. Cleaning tools, steel wooling the rust off, whetting the blades. Tinkering with old cars and castoffs. The doctor of unloved things, always able to cure their ills and give them a new home and a place in his life. He was just that way.

Even now, I wonder about those keys and where they got to and all the secret place they unlocked. I see there dull metal brightness and hear their song stiIl.

I’m afraid Jess won’t be joining us this week, because somebody got those car keys away from here. 😉  However  Christine’s car keys are janglin still, so please, go here to hear their song.

10 thoughts on “Car Keys – Theme Fridays

  1. Wonderful display, Chica!

    i like how the keys jangled and sang.
    The way you described the keys told so much about Lucky as well as the speaker- enjoying the busyness and clang of life.

    My favorite: ‘doctor of unloved things’.

    Excellent job, as is your way Annie!

    Mornin’ chica! I was so fascinated by that big ol’ keyring when I was a child. They really did captivate me – and Lucky was always the apple of my eye, the original superhero, that whatever he did, always was busy and musical to me. Yes, he really was the doctor of unloved things and usually made all of his patients well. Thanks, sweetie.


  2. I am going to take this literally:

    I don’t wear tight pants, and I still cannot stand large key chains.

    I don’t have a manpurse to carry stuff in, and the most I can handle is 5 keys, with a plain ring. No chains, no baubles, no attachments.

    Anything else starts to irritate my leg.

    Yes, it’s a shame that men have to carry their keys in their pockets now. Maybe that’s why Lucky always hooked his to his back belt loop. But things sure have changed, men are now ever so much more fashion conscious and I doubt they’d want to do that. Luckily, now keys are more user friendly, eh?



  3. I love keys. Especially the old ones, like the big skeleton keys. My parents have a huge collection of keys, and lord help us when they sadly pass on and we have to figure out what they unlock, but it will be like a treasure hunt.

    Very visual writing. I could ‘see’ Lucky. Loved it.

    Keys are captivating, aren’t they, Panther? Lucky is my now deceased father – I’m glad something in my writing enabled you to see him. He was quite a guy.


  4. I’ve always been fascinated with keys too but the ones that get me are the old skeleton keys, so interesting and different looking than today’s. I can totally understand the curiosity about the ones that teased you out in the open like that. I no longer have my collection of the old keys, I miss them.

    I know what you mean, Teens, it’s that whole treasures in the cigar box from childhood thing, huh? 😦


  5. Hi WC,

    My keyring has expanded to the point where, when it is in my pocket, I have to concentrate on walking or I veer off to the right, and I’ve had to get my wife to reinforce all of my pants pockets. On the bright side, pulling them out to open something substitutes for a modest weight lifting session.

    the Grit

    LOL Grit,
    You should try Lucky’s way – probably more comfortable and probably people wouldn’t mess with you since you have an obvious weapon at the ready. LOL.


  6. I absolutely loved the images you magnificently portrayed ! Great work! I’m always teased about how huge my key chain is 😉

    I like how your blog is organized as well.

    Hi Stranger & welcome to my little dive,
    Thanks for the nice words – my dad was Lucky – it was one of my many fond memories of him.



  7. ‘He was a keeper. He kept things and fixed things and made things that were dead to other people come back to life’

    He was just that way. aww!!

    I keep the key in my door, always safe always secure. Friends and aquaintances dance my key, and enter my home singing with glee. Hehe!!!

    I’ve REALLY read this little story and loved it, sometimes you read things, well I do and don’t take them truly in. I took everything in.

    Smiles and thank-you.

    PS. I thought it was story time on Thursdays.

    Hi Sweetie,
    I’m glad you really enjoyed the story. Keys are magical, aren’t they? Nope, story time is every Friday. LOL, make a note.

    Annie xo


  8. why do a large set of jangling keys seem so
    powerful? maybe all the secrets breathing in one
    space –

    Wow Jade, that is a great way of putting it. I think you may be right. It is a ring of secrets, eh?


  9. I think you just described my Grandfather . . .

    Quite beautifully! 🙂

    Hey Ramblin’
    Definitely men of a different era. In a way, I wish it were true now. Things seemed easier and more honest somehow then. Or…maybe it’s just selective memory on my part? 😉


  10. I felt like I was reading about my father. Like Lucky he could fix anything and he always had a lot of keys and I always wondered what doors they opened. My father puttered. He was always puttering with something. Great story. Loved it.

    Hey Joanie,
    Maybe in a way you were. They were different men back then. None of that metrosexual stuff, you know? Glad you enjoyed the story, I enjoyed writing it.


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