I'm 79 so I recall some of the war years, the many flights of airplanes to the west coast, rationed gas, tires, sugar, flour, a new '46 Chevy car after the war, no electricity, and like others returning service men who would not talk about what they experienced. Today I cry for what this once great country is becoming. Of all things I read these days, this forum, sans religion and politics, is my lifeline. Getting so anxious to get my '53 Plymouth on the road.
Car pic exactly like ours, with rear windshield wiper, backup lights, heater under the passenger seat, but no white walls. My mother died in April of '47, 33 years old, "The best of times, the worst of times"!