For a small town of 1100 people,
there is never a shortage of things to do...
this weekend the 4-H County Achievement Days
were going on
a city-wide rummage sale,
the Prairie Hills Art Show,
the Foothills Classic Car & Tractor Show!
The sound of thunder, lightening and
garden-soaking rain woke me up at 5a.m!!
I waited out the short rain storm, then headed
out to the garden and picked a basket full of zinnias....
to fill up as many vintage mason jars
as I can and spread some smiles around town!
I set up my flower cart on the porch
at Sweet Grass and talked cars, flowers, and art
with passer-bys and looky-lous....
In between visits I wandered up and down
main street with my camera (of course)...
There were some really awesome
cars on display!!
Barney must've been in the
hardware store buying bullets....
Across from Barney Fife's police car
was this cute little red truck!
Why do old red trucks
always make me smile??
I bet this guy is careful about
parking near any beaver huts!!
(now that's some master wood crafting!!)....
I think I would've given this guy
all of my zinnias to sit behind the
wheel of his gorgeous Pontiac convertible!....
This old Ford looked most at home
on Main Street Wessington Springs.
It should, because it was originally purchased
in Wess. Springs in 1964 at Warner Motors.
It's current owner is one of Wessington Springs
Now retired from delivering packages,
he probably knows every resident in Wessington Springs,
all of their kid's names, their address, their hobbies,
and probably their dogs' name too!!
the truck's got a good owner
and a smart one too
(see his motto in the passenger window?)
He knew every little known fact
about the year "1964"!
Maybe because him and his
dog spend too many weekends
at car shows talkin' about trucks?
There were fleets of tractors....
But the cars
intrigued me the most,
especially the ones
covered in chrome!
Usually it's a song that will
spark a memory in my mind...
today it was a Pontiac!
I stood there and staired at the console
and was over-whelmed by good memories
of my hot-rodding brother.
The day he gave me a ride in his '67 Grand Prix.
I was awestruck by the chrome and the wood
everywhere and then he floored it!!
He was the coolest brother ever!
Today I had to call him and
remind him of that!
In my family, brothers and cars were
just part of the landscape...
there was usually always a car or two
in the driveway with legs sticking
out from under neath it or a head
buried somewhere between a transmission
and a carburetor
usually with oil everywhere
and cuss words flowing profusely!
Oh those were the days!
Neither of them still have any of their classic cars now,
but I bet this post
will light up some old fires!
I know I'd love to
ride down memory lane
in an old classic!
Pack up my Packard
and I'm down the road...
My Dad didn't always approve of his
boys' cars and hot-roddin' ways,
but, (truth be known)
he probably did the same things
when he was a boy!
Thanks for the memories, boys!
p.s. I can't believe I don't have one picture of that
burgundy Pontiac Grand Prix!! I'm pretty sure it never
sat still long enough for a Kodak moment!!