My first car what a Ford Granda that I bought from brother Bob. He had bought it in Kansas. It was a "shifter" (Dad, always said they got better gas mileage), no power brakes, the basic model) light blue. And I paid it off after teaching for one year!! What I remeber about it was taking my Minnesota drivers test I had to parllel park and I had to stop half way through turning it to rest my arms and the officer ask me if I thought I was done!! I told him I had to rest. I passed anyway!! Love your stories!! Ksthie
The first car I can remember driving was a 1948 plymouth that my friends called the "Gray Ghost." At a class reunion, I heard about all the fun they had in the car (driving on the ice, etc). They must not have much to think about. I have long ago forgotten about what we had done with the car. It sat in the trees at Fedora for a long time. By the time Dale got interested in it, Dad had either sold it or junked it.
When I needed a car after I got out of college, Dad got a pink dodge that had push button transmission. Dale enjoyed that car, but thought I should give it back when we were married. I think Bob ended up with it.
In September 1945 I was transfered from Ft. Wayne Indiana to Alliance Nebraska so We bought a 1934 Plymouth so Dick and Phyllis could go with me. The tires on the car were not very good so being in the military I was able to get ration stamps for two tires. There were none to be found in Ft. Wayne so we started out with a hope and a prayer. We ended up on 3 wheels around midnight near Rickford Illinois. We slept in the car and in the morning a farmer came out and took us to his farm for breakfast and then into Rockford where we found two mew tires. The Plymouth we later found out had a pin hole leak from the fuel pump to the carburator and every time we got up to 40 MPH the engine would quit. After stopping in Fedora to visit our parents we continued on to Alliance.Some where in southern South Dakota on one of those hot windy days we saw a windmill about a half mile from the road so stopped to get a cold drink of water. When we got to the windmill it stopped pumping.After waiting about 15 minutes for it to start up again we decided to continue on. When we got back to the car the windmill was again turning. Guess we were not supposed to drink the water. Phyllis & Jim
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My first car what a Ford Granda that I bought from brother Bob. He had bought it in Kansas. It was a "shifter" (Dad, always said they got better gas mileage), no power brakes, the basic model) light blue. And I paid it off after teaching for one year!!
What I remeber about it was taking my Minnesota drivers test I had to parllel park and I had to stop half way through turning it to rest my arms and the officer ask me if I thought I was done!! I told him I had to rest. I passed anyway!! Love your stories!! Ksthie
The first car I can remember driving was a 1948 plymouth that my friends called the "Gray Ghost." At a class reunion, I heard about all the fun they had in the car (driving on the ice, etc). They must not have much to think about. I have long ago forgotten about what we had done with the car. It sat in the trees at Fedora for a long time. By the time Dale got interested in it, Dad had either sold it or junked it.
When I needed a car after I got out of college, Dad got a pink dodge that had push button transmission. Dale enjoyed that car, but thought I should give it back when we were married. I think Bob ended up with it.
Betty
In September 1945 I was transfered from Ft. Wayne Indiana to Alliance Nebraska so We bought a 1934 Plymouth so Dick and Phyllis could go with me. The tires on the car were not very good so being in the military I was able to get ration stamps for two tires. There were none to be found in Ft. Wayne so we started out with a hope and a prayer. We ended up on 3 wheels around midnight near Rickford Illinois. We slept in the car and in the morning a farmer came out and took us to his farm for breakfast and then into Rockford where we found two mew tires. The Plymouth we later found out had a pin hole leak from the fuel pump to the carburator and every time we got up to 40 MPH the engine would quit.
After stopping in Fedora to visit our parents we continued on to Alliance.Some where in southern South Dakota on one of those hot windy days we saw a windmill about a half mile from the road so stopped to get a cold drink of water. When we got to the windmill it stopped pumping.After waiting about 15 minutes for it to start up again we decided to continue on. When we got back to the car the windmill was again turning. Guess we were not supposed to drink the water. Phyllis & Jim
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