Feeling sentimental today as I looked through some old photos. When the folks bought this 1948 Plymouth , I was 3 years old . The seats were a rough fiber and smelled of dust, probably because with gravel roads and windows rolled down ( no ac back then) they probably accumulated dust !
Anyway. This car provided lots of Sunday afternoon drives in the country , trips to Sandwich Il to visit relatives, back seats would be removed to haul crates of asparagus to Ashton ( enroute to DelMonte canners) and best of all , our (2nd photo) Minnesota fishing trips . In it’s final years before getting hauled away for scrap iron, it sat next to our cement block garage ( 3rd photo) with a barrel of something stuck in the trunk and the car setting on cement blocks .. barrel of gasoline for mowing at the cemetery? ( dad was cemetery sexton there many years). I see Brasels house and what once was the Dunseth house , later Albers , across the street
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