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This is a photo of me and my grandfather in his Nash Metropolitan. I was only seven at the time it was taken, but old enough to think there was something awfully odd about this car. It looked like a kitchen applicance, and wasn't much larger. I found this photo recently and restored it with Photoshop. Serindipitously, I discovered that a 1/18 model of it was newly available. The old run had sometime ago sold out. It was expensive -- I won't admit how expensive. More expensive even than a new hardcover novel! But I didn't want it to go out of production on me again, so I bought it for my birthday some weeks from now. I'm the short one. My grandather thought it was cute to dress me like him, and because he was a barber he also cut my hair like his. Once I got old enough to put m foot down I never let anyone cut my hair short again. but I'm still fond of the tiny car. While I know when this photo was taken, I'm not sure where. It could be in Toronto, in my grampa's neighborhood where I'm living now. But we don't have angle parking any more, and the storefronts have all changed. So I'm not sure. It might be anywhere, even somewhere in the U.S.
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That's really neat Taral! I'm glad you shared that with us. Color me strange but I have a similar experience. When I was about 10 my dad sold our John Deere tractor to a guy about ten or so miles south of our farm. He then went out and bought a similar tractor with more power and a little bigger, etc. But be damned, I found out what kind of tractor that was. I learned to drive on that tractor and I learned to plow a field and plant and rotate crops. It was always special. My friend found out about this and went out and bought me a model of that tractor as a gift for my birthday. Every time I go home for a break or holiday, that tractor is still in my room. Every time I pass by it I am instantly taken back to that time where I could sit on my dad's lap and drive the tractor while he worked the clutch and the turning assists. It's wonderful getting a hold of something like that. I'm happy for you, and happy birthday as well!
Ah, yes, back in the good ole days, when cars were fun and there was more variety in design. Nowadays I can't tell them apart. Many of them weren't particularly safe, but safety wasn't always the main thing I suppose.
My mother as a young woman drove an old Henry K that was mainly known for breaking down at frequent intervals; one day it suddenly died just as she was driving out of a parking lot, so she simply got out and walked away, never to return.
My mother as a young woman drove an old Henry K that was mainly known for breaking down at frequent intervals; one day it suddenly died just as she was driving out of a parking lot, so she simply got out and walked away, never to return.
*sympathetic nostalgia sigh* wow...
what a window to the past... these pictures we choose to take have a funny way of omitting anything that could've been wrong with that time, but that's what makes them 'the good old days'. I can almost smell the air, almost feel the sunlight, almost see the world that continues off the edge of that photograph out of the corner of my eye. You've presented us with a priceless jewel of the past.
Thank you for sharing this memory with us.
what a window to the past... these pictures we choose to take have a funny way of omitting anything that could've been wrong with that time, but that's what makes them 'the good old days'. I can almost smell the air, almost feel the sunlight, almost see the world that continues off the edge of that photograph out of the corner of my eye. You've presented us with a priceless jewel of the past.
Thank you for sharing this memory with us.
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