I URGED HIM to speed up, to catch up to that yellow jeep ahead of us.
“I want to take a picture,” I explained, and my husband obliged although he thought me a bit crazy.
And maybe I am sometimes. But that canary yellow jeep, the single visual jolt of brightness on yet another recent dreary weekend, tripped something in my brain.
If you live in Minnesota, I expect you’ll understand. I mean, honestly, weren’t you tired of all the cold and rain and gloom on the heels of a long and snowy winter? (Remind me of that tomorrow when the temperature is predicted to reach 100 degrees or higher.)
So, given that context, the yellow jeep with the smiley face wheel cover made me smile as we traveled on U.S. Highway 14 between Mankato and Eagle Lake recently.
Smiley faces, no matter where I spot them, always increase my happiness quotient.
My appreciation of smiley faces stretches back further than I’d like to admit these days. This happiness symbol popped up everywhere when I was in high school, which would be, yes, the 1970s. Oh, how I wish I still had my smiley face bulletin board and my smiley face button.
So there, that should explain why I wanted to photograph the yellow jeep on a drizzly Saturday afternoon along a Minnesota highway. The smiley face represents a link to my past, to those turbulent teen years when I needed a bright smile as much then as I sometimes still need one some four decades later.
I can’t think of another symbol with such upbeat universal appeal. Can you?
Do you, like me, have fond memories of the smiley face? I’d like to hear.
© Copyright 2011 Audrey Kletscher Helbling