A fun part of Old Car City is hearing people point at a car and say, “That is my first car!” I also hear people say, ” That car took my family everywhere when I was a child.” Since I did not find any International Scouts, Volkswagen Vanagons, or Japanese market mini-vans (the only forgiegn cars are a few Volkswagen Beetles) I had to laugh at the first car that made me think of one from my youth.
When I was five or six I was being a brat while visiting my Babcha and DjaDja (Polish for Grandmother and Grandfather). In particular I was not eating my vegetables. So my DjaDja said, “That’s it. Eric Come with me.” My Dad’s other eight brothers and sisters with the other first wave of grandchildren (My Dad was the second oldest) all said in various ways, ” Your in trouble! Going with the Dja to get fixed!”
Well to that level of doom I marched all the way to the attic behind DjaDja. Once in the attic he said something to the effect of “Where did I put those …” After a few minutes of rummaging he exclaimed that he found them and came over to me holding two plastic cars. One was a red version of the car in the photo. He said that if I behaved and ate my vegetables one of them could come down. Not wanting to pick one, I of course wanted both. I gallantly offered to eat everything on my plate all weekend if I could bring both down. He accepted my offer. DjaDja explained to me that I had to look very dour when I came downstairs so his mean reputation would remain in effect.
So down we went, hiding the cars around the corner from the dining room where they could not be seen by the room full of family. I ate my food all weekend, and raced cars up and down the house to my heart’s delight.
Oh well, such are the adventures of Old Car City as you stroll through memory lane.
P.S. X-E1 with 60mm Macro. Processed in HDR EfexPro 2