This black Dodge belonged to my father and it was given to me when he died in 1940. I was only 12 years old at the time and I had to wait four years to get my driver's license. During that time, I would wash and wax it every weekend and drive it up and down the driveway. My mother would always worry that I might hit the house. My mother couldn't afford to buy me a bicycle and when my friends asked "don't you have a bike" I would say no, but I have a car. This picture was taken in Cheshire, Conn., when I was 18 years old. The following year, I bought another Dodge. It was black also.
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