Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Should have kept that one.
The car in this 1957 family group is a '46 Ford club coupe. I should never have sold that one. We still have the kid. That's Ed.
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"... still have the kid..." that's funny!!
My father is a Chevy man. Loves his old Chevy trucks. The newest he ever had was, I think, a '67. He bought a brand new Chev Silverado when he retired, but I think that was my mother's idea. He currently has a '65 that he affectionately calls the "Boarhog" that he pulled out of a swamp and fixed up. The windshield was cracked, it had no doors, the seats were pretty well torn up. One of my husband's first memories of visiting my parents, when we were dating, is seeing that sad truck sitting behind the house with no doors, an upside down milk crate as a seat, and a huge plow hooked up to the front. Well, you get the picture. Come to think of it, I bet that's when he (my boyfriend turned husband) fell in love with me :o)
One of my fondest memories as a little kid is bouncing around on the seat as he drove around town (it wasn't on purpose either!). He always whistled while driving, too. I loved to listen to him whistle.
It's a shame, but I don't think my parents have any pictures of me sitting in any of those old trucks that he had over the years. That's a bummer, because I'd love pictures to go along with my memories....
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My father is a Chevy man. Loves his old Chevy trucks. The newest he ever had was, I think, a '67. He bought a brand new Chev Silverado when he retired, but I think that was my mother's idea. He currently has a '65 that he affectionately calls the "Boarhog" that he pulled out of a swamp and fixed up. The windshield was cracked, it had no doors, the seats were pretty well torn up. One of my husband's first memories of visiting my parents, when we were dating, is seeing that sad truck sitting behind the house with no doors, an upside down milk crate as a seat, and a huge plow hooked up to the front. Well, you get the picture. Come to think of it, I bet that's when he (my boyfriend turned husband) fell in love with me :o)
One of my fondest memories as a little kid is bouncing around on the seat as he drove around town (it wasn't on purpose either!). He always whistled while driving, too. I loved to listen to him whistle.
It's a shame, but I don't think my parents have any pictures of me sitting in any of those old trucks that he had over the years. That's a bummer, because I'd love pictures to go along with my memories....
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