I've been looking for weeks and months for the photo of my first car and finally found it today while looking for something else. (Well, OK, it was my dad's first car but I got to drive it when I was young too.) Meanwhile, some of the other old, old, old photos of my grandfather are still missing.
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I remember a '41 Chevy with a passenger door latch problem. And how you would laugh and laugh when swinging around the corner and watching me freak out when the door swung open next to me. Now that I think of it, there was no other car you drove that had you encouraging me to sit in the front with you. Younger siblings - endless potential entertainment.
I'm deathly not that old my first car was a 59 Ford that was my grandmothers that he sold to me. But I do remember the trouble I had with it and the fun I had with it. It was also the first major rebellion I had when I wanted to go somewhere and my mom said no. Now there is this story in that.
Brother Beno, Storyteller
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