Through the trees at an old car show in Olympia; mid August. Grandma, Aunt M, Uncle T, cousin K and I sipped root beer while watching Eowyn and Nani dance their hearts out to the live band (oh my if you could have seen Eowyn - moves straight from "So You Think You Can Dance," 5 yr old style. Take a load off, Annie indeed.). We took Grandpa's Old Ford Model A, the one he rebuilt when I was a child. The girls and I rode in the rumble seat - Grandpa always loved to have the grandkids ride in the rumble seat. I should not have worn a skirt. A fact made very clear when I had to exit the rumble seat in front of not a few old men. Oh dearie me...
And because it feels weird to leave this post without any images of the car:
love your tree photos...that first one makes me feel like i've been sucked into some splendid vortex!
ReplyDeleteThanks Paula - That's a bit how I felt that day too :)
ReplyDeleteMy dad had a Model A pick up he was always going to rebuild and never got around to. He used to take us for rides when it was stored at my grandparent's ranch. It is good to remember this today...thank you.
ReplyDeletei have never ridden in a rumble seat........this will be on my to do list...love the car!
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