And what country can preserve its liberties if their rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
My folks had a '40 Merc with a big grill too. I remember that car from when I was a wee lad. Dad enlisted Navy for WWII and shipped out to the South Pacific while Mother worked in an ammunition plant. Yes indeed, my Mommy built bombs! One day driving home from work, a car spun out in front of her on a patch of ice and nothing to it but T-bone the car ahead. Being very particular about his cars, she knew he would pitch a fit when he found out, so she swore the family to secrecy and haunted junk yards for months finding the parts necessary to glue the car back together. Dad was home from the Pacific about a year before one of the relatives ratted her out. I was not yet hatched but it was an oft told story in that generation, until they all died out.
No Merc's in my family except for a '67 Cougar of my brothers, but our father had a '47 Buick Roadmaster that had a monster grill on it! Straight 8 with a 3 spd on the column. Have some wonderful pics of him and our mother posing with it with my mom holding my brother circa 1949-50. Sorry, the pic of that Merc made me think of that old Buick.
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ReplyDeleteCruise up and down this road…
DeleteThat '50 model coupe was low and sleek for its day. My dad said he dreamed of owning one. Settled for one he could afford, a '40 Ford instead.
ReplyDeleteMy folks had a '40 Merc with a big grill too. I remember that car from when I was a wee lad. Dad enlisted Navy for WWII and shipped out to the South Pacific while Mother worked in an ammunition plant. Yes indeed, my Mommy built bombs! One day driving home from work, a car spun out in front of her on a patch of ice and nothing to it but T-bone the car ahead. Being very particular about his cars, she knew he would pitch a fit when he found out, so she swore the family to secrecy and haunted junk yards for months finding the parts necessary to glue the car back together. Dad was home from the Pacific about a year before one of the relatives ratted her out. I was not yet hatched but it was an oft told story in that generation, until they all died out.
DeleteNosed hood, frenched headlights, and DeSoto grill teeth. Not sure about the bumper. Sweet ride!
ReplyDeleteNo Merc's in my family except for a '67 Cougar of my brothers, but our father had a '47 Buick Roadmaster that had a monster grill on it! Straight 8 with a 3 spd on the column. Have some wonderful pics of him and our mother posing with it with my mom holding my brother circa 1949-50. Sorry, the pic of that Merc made me think of that old Buick.
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