Tuesday, January 25th, 2011 07:27 pm
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It wasn't his first car, but my dad earned his 1937 Ford.

He bought it from an elderly neighbor, Mrs. Toby, in 1952.

He paid $5 down, and $5 a week to her.

Until he got it paid in full, Mrs. Toby did not let him drive it, although she did let him back it out of the garage into the driveway and put it back again.

His father asked him one day how much he owed Mrs. Toby.

Dad told him after he made that week's $5 payment, his balance would be $10.

Granddaddy pulled a $10 bill out of his wallet...
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Wednesday, January 26th, 2011 06:36 pm (UTC)
I can't tell you how much I love this picture. It stirs up all kinds of memories for me of the most significant summer of my life. Strange how memory works.

Granddaddies are the best.