Isn't this lovely? Wow! What a terrific restoration job!
Look at the wheels!
And around the grille there...
Even the back end looks good!
Here's what it looked like in 1983...that's Yours Truly second from the right, and not taking the whole thing very seriously.
Some of those women rode in the truck in the Frontier Days Parade, several years running. I rode one year. After that, SSS got himself declared Persona Non Grata in the volunteers, and I noticed that all the women in the Auxiliary had the same haircut, except for me.
I loved riding in the truck in the parade!
great pictures! I love seeing old things restored.
ReplyDeleteEspecially since I rode on it when it was all faded, 25 years ago.
ReplyDelete1983 huh? You don't look much more than a teenager.
ReplyDeleteLooking young didn't seem like such a plus back then, did it? I was only 18 when my first child was born - but looked not a day over 12. I remember being in the supermarket and all the older ladies were oohing and awwing over her telling me what a good big sister I was. When I told them I was her mom (and married to boot), their demeanor became less than pleasant. That was the early 70's.
I remember another time in 1979. I was 27 and my kid sister was barely 19 - the legal age to buy alcohol. No such thing as liquor ID's then - all left to the discretion of the seller. We were building a house at the time so she and I went to the liquor commission to buy some beer for his buddies who were helping out on a Saturday. They wouldn't sell it to me but sold it to her no problem! I was 8 years her senior for srying out loud!
People used to tell me there'd come a day when my youthful looks would be an asset.
Am still waiting!
The engine look awesome. My son would really appreciate it.
I was 34.
ReplyDeleteIn Canada, they have always taken alcohol more seriously than they do here. I was shocked when I found out that you could buy beer and wine in the grocery store!
Our beer is pretty watery compared to yours, though.
And they are cracking down. Though, there are still parents who allow their teens to have parties with alcohol, on the general principle that, at least they are at home and not out somewhere. such parents get highly indignant when the police show up!
Parents who allow their under-age kids to drink at home are a few bricks shy of a load. Then when trouble arrives, they wonder why. It's beyond arrogant to think the laws don't apply within your walls. Quite an example to set.
ReplyDeleteYou're right about Canada being stricter re: alcohol. However, I lived in Sarnia, Ontario from 1976-78 and I remember going "across the border" to Port Huron, Michigan with a few friends to celebrate my 25th birthday. I was refused entrance to a night-club. That was before the days of photo driver's license so he wouldn't accept that or any other scrap of ID I had on me -- even resorted to showing them my MSI (Nova Scotia health insurance) clearly showing I was born in 1952. He asked what country Nova Scotia was in and before turning me away! I can laugh at it now but boy was I infuriated -- other than my ex, I was the oldest of the lot and no one else was even asked for proof of age. What was bizzare about it was that the legal age was lower in Ontario (18 or 19) so if I was pulling a fast one, trying to pass myself off as 21 made no sense.
I, too, remember being shocked (albeit plesantly)to be able to buy wine in the grocery store south of our border. Unlike most of Canada, Newfoundland & Labrador has been selling beer in cornor stores for years -- some places even have small liquor outlets within the store but I think they operate on regular hours. When I first moved here in 1994, you couldn't buy beer on Sundays (Good Friday or Christmas) but that law was nixed awhile back. They stop selling beer between 3 AM and 9 or 10 in the morning. When the Sunday rule was in effect, the local cab companies made a killing.
It's hard to believe you're 34 in that pic -- you look like a young athelete. Not only was your hairstyle different, you're the only one with white shorts. :)
I fully agree that our beer is far superior -- but yours is so much cheaper. A dozen beer costs about $23 here. Our local brew, Black Horse, is deadly! We are also renowned for our "Newfie Screech" - a demon BLACK rum. WHOO-HOO!
It's part of our Newfie tradition for visiters to get "screeched in" -- a ceremony that also consists of kissing a codfish -- and that's not the grossest part of the ordeal.
Green baloney, anyone?
Texas had "dry" counties. Ours was that way until after we moved here, in the late 70s.
ReplyDeleteWe have a world-wide reputation for being quite "wet" - given our Irish roots and all.
ReplyDeleteNothing adds to a "scuff & a scoff" (dance & a meal) like an ice cold beer or a double Screech.
I shy away from the demon rum -- headache material.
Sounds like me and tequila. Jose Cuervo is no friend of mine!
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