My father and his car..and me.

I don`t remember my father`s car, a Ford V8 1935 mod. I have been told it was dark green. I have also been told I was crying a lot as baby, late nights or early mornings. The only thing my parents knew would stop me from crying was the sound of the Ford V8 engine. Fortunately my mother had her driver licence when I was born late 1949. She took me for a drive to stop me from crying at nights when other babies slept deep in their beds. I still love the sound of a V8 engine. If you wonder if my father drove me around, I don`t know. Maybe at that time mothers and fathers didn`t share responsibilities caring for their babies the same way as we do today.