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The Automobiles

To a large extent cars define our lives. They tell us there we were at in certain times. Remembering them is something we all do. Cars were like family members, that is why we all had pictures with the cars in them. Francine and I were involved with automobiles that spanned almost eighty years. Here are a few of those experiences.

Both of us remembered old cars our families owned when we were very young. 1929 Fords were a common denominator, both of us remember them. Being able to work on cars were very important when you were poor. Francine and I both had experience in mechanics at early ages because of our fathers. Francine’s father was a skilled professional mechanic, a trade both her brothers followed. My father was a fair mechanic and he liked to tinker. This training came in handy during the first twelve years of our marriage when we drove one old wreak after another.

I took my drivers license test in daddy’s car. I can’t remember the make but it had a odd gear shift. There were metal “finger’s” on the outside of the transmission that would hang up when you shifted gears. It only happened occasionally but when it did you had to crawl under the car and undo them. I was praying this wouldn’t happen when I took my test. Not only did they hang up, but hung up three times. The inspector gave me my license, but I suspected that he either felt sorry for me or admired my ability to keep the car moving. Or he may just have not wanted me to come back and he had to ride with me again.

I “inherited” daddy car when he went into the VA Hospital. It was a Frasier and I was driving it when Francine and I got married. He owed money on it but somehow I managed to make several payments on it. Francine and I was going to Dublin to visit daddy one day and about half way there it started to run hot. I found a little creek and filled the radiator, we repeated this several times and finally got to about five miles from the hospital. At that point we decided it would be quicker to walk. Someone stopped and gave us a ride to the hospital. We were going to walk back, but again some kindly soul gave us a ride back to the car. We hoped the couple of hours we were gone had cooled the car down and we could drive home. But it was the same thing. After several more hours of finding water and filling the radiator we got back to Jeffersonville. We called Francine’s father, who was home from work by them and he came and towed us back to Macon. I don’t think it ever ran again as we could not afford to had the radiator repaired.



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