'31 Model T Ford
In the spring of 1942. I purchased this beautiful automobile for a total of $12. This was my first car, and with the war on, it was just a matter of how soon we were to be drafted into the service. In Rhode Island, it was easy to buy an auto as long as you had the cash. I drove the car to our house and was anxious to show it to my parents. I first approached my mother and she was happy for me, but she wondered what my father would say. He was sitting in his favorite rocking chair reading the newspaper. When I told him of my purchase, he stated he would like to see it. Fortunately, the car was parked across the street so he could see it looking out the window. He said it looked pretty good, so I invited him to step outside so I could take him for a spin. He agreed, so we stepped out the back door and headed for the car. Little did I realize that he was looking at a 1945 Plymouth parked behind my car. So, as we headed toward the cars, he was heading for the wrong car. Well, I finally had him seated in my convertible with the roof down. Naturally, I had to get the crank out to get it started, and when it did start, it vibrated somewhat and he decided he had had enough, so he stepped out and never did ride in my new car. In my 87 years of age, I had the opportunity to ride and own numerous cars, but this is still the love of my life and how I wish I had it today.