Thursday, June 17, 2021

Kid Pack

 


6 comments:

  1. thank God there weren't more Karen's around in the 50's.....I count at least 10 heads in that Ford Wagon, not a seat belt anywhere to be found. I remember those days and miss them, standing next to my dad on the front seat, helping him shift the Bel Air.

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  2. I've got a similar picture of me as a tow-headed tyke with siblings and cousins, on our way to the Drive-in in a later-model (early 60's) Ford wagon with a crank-down window and faux wood.

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  3. Me standing on the drive-shaft hump in the back of my grandfather's new '54 Buick Special hanging onto the cloth strap that ran across the back of the bench seat as we took our annual summer trip from Paterson, NJ to Ocean Grove. It took about 4 hours to traverse the 70 miles via Rtes 23, 1/9 & 35.

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  4. DeplorableFloridaMikey: I remember my grandfather gathering me, my uncle, cousins and some neighborhood kids to go to the ice cream shop about six miles away, all crammed in the bed of his 1956 Chevy pickup. That's against the law in Maryland now. Gotta save the kids.

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  5. Ah, the good old days before car seats & seatbelt laws! And you were back far enough that Dad couldn't swing at you after you'd asked "Are we there yet?" for the thousandth time, but had to threaten to stop the car. sigh.

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  6. Riding on the tailgate of my uncle's '54 Ford pickup down in Jefferson County, Georgia. And when I was really little, sitting on a box in the front seat of the Model A between my mother and dad.

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