The front of this barn faces onto a road I travel regularly. It’s a pretty spread with a home I admire. I recently approached it from another direction and discovered these three vintage cars, presumably waiting for attention. All are Fords. My husband estimates they are probably a 1950, 1954, and 1955. Then he launched into a nostalgic story about sleeping in the back of one of these many, many years ago.
In our early days together hubby regularly waved at passing old cars saying, “I had one of those!” He bought many for $25, tinkered with them, and then drove them until they ran out of drive.