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Paul: 57 Chevy is frist car I ever drove. Dad thought since the oldest of his boys were starting to drive, 6 cylinder with standard shift would be the order of the day. Then he sat back telling me of his first new car, a 1935 Ford coup with flat head V8. How he could impress his friends, with the get up and go of the Foed. In 1935 not many 23 year old lads had a new car. Dad got his first job about a year after the 29 crash, never missed a weeks work during the 30s. If I remember correctly the Ford coup was under $1,000. My first car was a 58 Pontiac Catalina, two door hardtop, bought it in 61. Man that thing had enough chrome to sink the Queen Mary. Dad always stuck with the Chevy's. He said I got my Olds and Buick habit from my grandfather. The first of his Buicks I remember was a late 30s model. I think grand dad's thing with cars, was his kid sister school teacher, she went off to MA as a young teacher, married a jeweler. She always came to Nova Scotia every summer driving a sedan that could push a locomotive. DeSoto, Buick, etc were the names I remember. Grand dad couldn't let Lizzy get ahead of him. You probably know this, every Maritimer has relatives in New England. My Grand dad was heavy on politics, strong Tory, but Tories were not fareing well at the polls in 1960. Lizzy would tell him,"Don't know what is the matter with you George, you can't elect a Federal Tory Government. Here we are all your friends and relatives, went off to New England and within 50 years we elected a President." She was of course refering to JFK and the fact she lived in MA. She was one fiesty old girl. George wasn't so bad himself when it came to an argument or just giving someone a hard time.
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