I first posted this back in 2020 while we were all hunkered down as Covid worked it’s magic.

I just ran into it again, and thought I would share it a second time with a few slight edits. That car is too classic!

I remember it being very exciting as we waited for my dad to get home after buying a new car, which at that time he did every 4-5 years.

At that time, he was manager of a San Francisco-based hotel and restaurant supply company, Dohrmann Hotel Supply. I guess he thought the car made him more managerial? Or maybe he just thought it was cool, as I did.

I believe this was probably the day he took possession of this new Ford Fairlane and brought it home for the first time. I think it was a 1957 model, but could be wrong. I was too young to drive, so I just had to look. And, of course, I was assigned to wash it now and then.

Note the asphalt driveway, which was considered a big step up from the original crushed coral. It lasted another 30 years (with repairs) before being replaced by concrete courtesy of a crew that had poured a concrete driveway on a large new home next door and it was just enough to replace my parents’ aslphalt.

After my parents died, Meda and I supervised a complete renovation, sticking mostly to the original size and shape of the house except that we enclosed what had been an open carport, and also extended the front of the kitchen and living room out severa feet to allow a kitchen larger than the tiny cell my mother cooked in for about 70 years. I’m sure she would have considered the expense unnecessary and wasteful. Theirs was a different generation.

And here’s the house at it looks today. The large bird of paradise plant is still there outside the front door.