You regular (and Gentle) readers may have heard me crow about my favorite car from the past.
Even when I had to pump up a flat tire.
That was my little '71 MGB convertible, which I had for only one year.
I've been through a lot of cars during my driving days, from a 47 Chevy, through a Mercury Turnpike Cruiser, through a couple of Impalas, a VW Quantum station wagon, all the way to my 2013 Nissan Altima, which we bought new and still has less than 50,000 miles on it.
I've enjoyed them all, at various times.
But my favorite car of all time was one I didn't even own.
This one.
My uncle Zenas bought that 1948 Packard Super convertible coupe new for less than twenty-three hundred bucks.
It was black with white sidewall tires and, as I remember, a blood red interior.
It was swank!
But, I found in looking through some family pictures today, that I can go back even further than that.
That's my grandfather, B.W., sitting on the running board.
The raffish young man in the straw boater is my father, F.B.
My grandmother, Daisy Berry Taylor (I swear) is on the right and her mother, my great-grandmother Libby (Elizabeth) Howland Berry, is on the left.
I can't tell you what year the photo was taken or what kind of car it is.
Judging by my father's appearance I would guess it's in the mid-1920's.
But I'm at a loss for cars from that era.
So maybe one of you experts out there can tell me what it is.
Meantime, I sure wish I had that Packard stud-mobile!
