Cars of my recalled boyhood ... 1945 - 1959.
First in memory was a black 1936 Oldsmobile 4-door that Dad bought used during the war when cars/parts/tires/gas were at a premium. Dad needed a reliable car for his company's business as its President and #1 Salesman.
Second and much more vivid is a black '47 Chevy 2-door with torpedo back. We went to Windsor-Detroit for Thanksgiving to visit Dad's relatives.
2-doors were so Sue and I couldn't fall out.
. The following summer a summer-long business trip, en famille, to Atlantic Canada .... east to Sydney
Third and clear in memory is a metallic aqua '49 Chevy torpedo back ... one piece windshield .... we went to New York City for Easter and I ate my first
cheeseburger, saw my first bubble Wurlitzer juke-box booth-consol, and stayed in a
MOTel.
Next the faithful maroon 1951 Dodge ... in its first year Dad took us to Western Canada ... out to Victoria ... then back from Seattle to Toronto in 7-8 days. Mom practiced her driving on long stretches of jack rabbit plastered Wyoming, Montana, Dakota highway and the big P.I.E. Freightliner A-Trains wowed me ... I fell in love ...
The '52 Dodge stayed with us till after Dad's first heart attack. On doctor's orders Dad went shopping for another Dodge with automatic and power steering .... it had to be another Dodge because cars were getting larger and we had a narrow, narrow driveway to back out of .... the '51 fitted ...
... and so did the mid blue '54 Dodge sedan that Dad bought in 1955. Few memories because we moved in 1956 to a house with a private drive .. and Dad bought a two-tone 1956 yellow and gray Ford V8, in which I learned to drive and had many adventures.
Dad passed in March, 1959, and boyhood, I realize now at the late date, boyhood was over for me.