And these were mainly Studebakers.
Once upon a blog, I posted about the history of the family Studebaker. HERE.
And in 2014 I posted about some of the cars where our family portraits frequently had a car "in the picture." Here.
So I'll try to not repost the same family photos...but some may sneak in.
First I want to acknowledge real gypsies...with some great photos that I didn't take. I don't think the Rogers family ever was truly a wandering family. But the urge to see new sights, to live in new places, and to have new adventures is deep in our blood.
|The Reading type of wagon at Barnet, Hertz, 1921|
My ancestors did travel, from Europe to the east coast of America to Tennessee, then to Texas. My own family then moved to Missouri, and since then I've moved from one place to another all my life. I'm working on sharing more photos of those homes with you, in manageable doses.
Before this, I drove a Subaru and a Ford. Before that a Pontiac which had been my fathers, and a Datsun. But before that! Ah, for 11 years I drove a Chevy Open Road conversion van.
This is when I was a true gypsy. I had a manual typewriter, which my oldest son is here depicted trying out. I tried to write a journal of our journey of 10,000 miles over the 3 months of summer vacation. I wasn't entirely successful. (I posted a bit about this vehicle in my post about my various residences...HERE)
Before the van, I drove a yellow Ford for about a year...as my half of a divorce. My husband and I had a Mustang before that, and a Chevy, and a Rambler, and even an MG.
I actually didn't own any cars on my own until I got married. Our first car was a little Ford Fairlane.
But while I lived with my parents, that's the Studebaker family. However, they had at least one Plymouth, as shown above with my sister in a pretty dancing dress. And after I left home they had different kinds of cars.
But let's fast forward to some other cars, more recently.
My oldest son, all grown up and his daughter playing with one of those race cars at an amusement park.
She even got to drive a car herself, years before she was old enough to get her license this year.
However, they do like nice cars.
Here's my grandson with his high school graduation present, a Mustang.
with Sepia Saturday this week. Come on over there and see what other people have come up with about older means of transportation.
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