My Dad’s side of the family is full of gear heads and at least one truck driver. I grew up going to car shows, hearing about radiators and drum brakes and engines. I couldn’t really tell you one thing from the other, but I know enough to keep up with a conversation. I didn’t realize how many pictures I have of relatives posing with their cars till I started this research and really dug into all the archives of pictures. If you know what some of these cars are, please do tell! I don’t have my Grampaw on-hand to tell me, and I bet he knows every last one of them.
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| Nana & Uncle Quinn |
Buying a car was a massive investment and a sign of social status, rather than the over-priced necessity it is today. We still use them as symbols of class and status, but in the brands rather than just the fact that we have one.
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| Grampaw Hoyt (HD) |
Every time my hubs has a day off, he does exactly what Grampaw is doing here, washing his car. I have very distinct memories of my dad washing his truck on his days off, and him letting me help him. There's something cathartic about getting outside to wash the car and watch all the dirt roll down the driveway, although I couldn't tell you the last time I did that, myself. |
| HD being cool |
My Papa, who passed in 2013, used to tell a story about the first year he moved down to Tennessee from Pennsylvania. They got a really bad storm in North East in October, and his brother had called to chat with him. He said "Well, what are ya doin, there, Wayne?" And, whether it was a matter of practicality, or just simply doing it because he could, he said, "Washing the car." It stunned my great uncle that the weather was mild enough that Papa could be outside washing his car, meanwhile there was a snowstorm back in PA.
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| My great-grandfather, Turk and his brother-in-law Hobart |
And clearly sometimes it can be frustrating to work on a car with your brother-in-law. My money's on Turk.
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