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...
Sunday, February 13th, 2011 02:10 am (UTC)
I don't stick religiously to the blogging prompts.

I am fond of Wordless Wednesday, because I have been blessed with a bushel basket load of photos from my Burris and Williams branches on the tree.

And I just posted a Sunday's obituary...when I have luck with the old newspapers, that gives me plenty for those posts.

But mostly, I just write...and many of my posts are me thinking out loud.