For some reason, I can't recall the event of getting our first TV. I do remember my mother watching The Guiding Light and Search for Tomorrow, both shows being only 15 minutes long back then.
As for the cars, my parents never had a car that didn't make me want to hide my face from everyone. When he finally was able to afford one, Dad bought a 1948 Hudson that had cloth interior and because Dad smoked then, I got sick every single time I got in that thing. He once bought a Plymouth something-or-other, a huge yellow car w/fins and rockets on it. It looked like a big banana. The worst, though, was a ridiculous car, I don't even know what make or model, that had different fenders on each side, a hood w/a doorknob on it because the piece broke off that was used to open the hood and all were painted various colors. He drove me to high school some mornings because school buses didn't run where we lived and I'd ask him to drop me off a couple blocks before we reached the school because the car was such an eyesore. My maiden name is Rhome and the kids called my dad's car the Roman chariot. Funny in the telling but not so much when you're a teenager and appearance means everything.






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