Neat story Bob. It reminded me of my dad’s 37 Plymouth story he used to tell.
His mother died when he was quite young, and the six kids were spread out with different families. The boys (there were 4) all got sent to families with farms, to help “work”. He got sent to an aunt and uncle’s farm near Larchwood, Iowa. The family had bought a new 37 Plymouth (you can see a portion of it behind the family).
Well, one Saturday night, they all went to some function, and he and a neighbor kid took the car out. All went good till he backed it back in the barn, and scratched a fender. Boy, did he catch hell. I think it wasn’t too long after that he was shipped off to another aunt and uncle, near Laverne, Minnesota.