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Discussion in 'General Station Wagon Discussions' started by OrthmannJ, Jan 19, 2010.
I live on Elizabeth opposite side of the street from the school.
OMG what a small world. I forget the side street but they lived at that stop sign. Last time I saw the house the guy built a huge garage type building in the drive. That is too crazy. I’ll pm you a picture of their house.
What could possibly go wrong?
To be fair, there were plenty of times my Mom left us hooligans' in the car when we were growing up. However it usually led to shenanigan's. I think her opinion eventually became it was better to just drag all 7 of us around the store than it was to leave us in the car and deal with the imminent fallout when she returned.
And so the convenience store was born!
My mom would even leave the keys so we could listen to KTIX…
We, more or less, behaved ourselves, as shopping was done at Navy Exchanges and Commissaries. Any bad behavior would've reflected badly on Dad and his career, and Mom was swift with punishment back then. Then we went to family counseling, and got a few things ironed out. Plus, I (the youngest) didn't like sitting in the car, sibs or not, so I was always up for tagging along with Mom, Dad or both.
Now you would have a Karen dropping the dime on you from her cell phone. And when you think back when that ‘65 was new there were a lot of ways to move that car without a key. We had a ‘66 wagon, and if the key switch was remotely to the right you could start that car with a penny or a dime. NOT SPEAKING From experience, this was what I was told.
I guess you guys are lucky. We didn't have a car or a Dad. Mom rode the bus to work everyday and carried groceries home in the evening. I bought our first car when I was a senior in high school with money I earned doing farm labor over the summer.
That's something to be proud of.
Lebanon New Hampshire
And you were the first in your family able to buy the first car!!!
Well I certainly can’t speak to your situation. I know my mom lost her dad at 12. They grew up on a farm during the depression. I can only say OldFox if you grew up with half the character those kids did, you did well. The fact that you bought the first family car, with what had to be limited household means you were instilled at an early age a sense of responsibility. Sounds like you had to be the man at 18. I’m sure being plunged into that role had to be sobering. Thanks for sharing what had to be some rough memories. Sounds like you were the rock of your family.
What kind of car was it?
It was a 51 Ford that I paid $15 for. I learned much of basic auto mechanics from it. My uncle gave me a 1942 Dyke's manual that was full of theory. I had to remove the battery every nite during the winter to keep it charged until I learned you could buy generator brushes at Western Auto. Bought a roll of naugahyde at an insurance salvage store and reupholstered the door cards. Put seat covers on it. I used to sneak down to the football field and snatch serviceable tires when I needed one.
When I graduated, I went to Jr. College, got a 2nd shift job at a factory, and worked weekends at a Shell station. I started repairing the rust and replaced a crumpled fender. Borrowed a one-lung portable compressor with no tank. The gun held the pressure and you had to spray a pass and then let it build up again. Bought the paint from Western Auto, a deep midnite blue in enamel. Bought a set of Fisk tires with tubes from K-Mart for $15 apiece. Ended up selling it for $125 at the end of the summer and bought a 56 BelAire for $600.
I transferred to a 4 year college and paid my own way with no scholarships or government money and was debt free when I graduated. I did have a corner in a relative's basement with a bed and chest of drawers.
Now that’s a story! A great one too! My dad had a 51 with a 50 grill I think he said. I’ve seen pictures of it he had the one bullet grill instead of the two.
Sounds like you survived and have hope you are well.