Back when the world was a much simpler place, I can remember my father telling me that folks were either Chevy people or Ford people, because those were pretty much the most popular choices back in the 1940s and 1950s. I remember a Hudson somewhere back then, parked in front of our house, but when my dad had a choice of used cars, he would always pick a Chevy. He trusted them.
People were proud of their cars and often managed to get them into their photos. Here are a few that I found in our family albums.
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| A glamour shot of my mom, probably taken while she and my dad were still dating |
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| Me and my dog, Pete. This might have been taken at Golden Gate Park in San Francisco. This is the only photo I know of containing Alphie, the peculiarly featureless stuffed creature that I loved so much. |
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| Me again and a neighborhood boy named Billy, Jimmy, or Jerry. You will notice that my dog Pete is almost always in my photos, as she (yes, Pete was a she) was my constant and loyal companion and protector. |
First, I have to say these photos are just...mmm...what's the word? Charming! Yes, they have a charm that draws the reader in to look for more, read more, know more. It's my kind o' thing! Pete was a she; Alfie has a name but that's his/her only defined feature; and your momma was a little hottie! So cute, leaning on that car. I have a similar one of my mom. Great post.
ReplyDeleteAnd the cherry on top: you're from good stock! Chevy people. I just knew it; you can't hide a thing like that!
Deb, your hottie momma comment is cracking me up. It makes me realize why my dad was always so anxious when I got home from a date but didn't come into the house right away--he knew why those car windows were steaming up! Hey, that gives me an idea for another post...
ReplyDeleteI had a hairstyle just like yours in the last photo...you were so cute and smiley!
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