My father purchased the Willy around 1940. It lasted for Seventeen years. We were excited when he drove a new 1957 gold and brown Ford Fairlane into our yard. On a Sunday afternoon, I asked my father if I could pick up a little sister playing with a friend. Dad said, “Yes!” Taking another sister, we picked her up and started home. Entering a four-way corner, I saw an oncoming car would not obey the stop sign. A voice said, “Step on the gas!” I stepped on the gas. Our vehicle spun when we were hit just past the back door on the right. After the spin ended and the glass settled, my sisters and I made our way to the corner home, called our father, and sat down on the lawn crying, “Our new car! Our new car!!” father arrived, came to his crying daughters, and said. “Why are you crying? You are all alive.” All he was concerned about was his daughters with minor cuts and bruises. I will be eternally grateful for a loving father.
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