As far as Dad* was concerned a truck was always a fire-engine red, 1-ton** Dodge long-bed. He bought big powerful vehicles and then drove them into the ground. (I recall him bragging to a friend --about a later truck--that he had never changed its oil in 60,000 miles. Jimmy was properly horrified and took it upon himself to remedy the situation.)
[From my personal collection]
This photo was probably taken around Easter time in the Anza Borrego Desert. A few months later this same truck hauled our trailer to Arkansas and back.
Knowing Dad, an ad such as this one for Dodge "Power Giants" would have been like catnip!
[Source: Alden Jewell|Flickr Dodge Trucks]
*Harold D. Currey (1902-1981) was the father who raised me.
**This was true until the 1970s when the last truck he bought was a 3/4 ton Dodge (red, of course).
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Interesting that "dad" who was not someone who threw money away took poor care of such expensive possessions!
ReplyDeleteDad took excellent care of all his other tools--painting their handles red if possible. His thought processes weren't subtle at all and I think it was a form of compensation--a small man could dominate a big machine.
DeleteI love little slices of memories like these m thanks for sharing. It made me smile
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you enjoy them--and I've been sorting through hundreds of color slides so there's lots more to come.
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