I recently had cause to think back to some of my earliest summer childhood memories. Before I get into that, let me set the stage for my childhood memories.
I have distinct memories from the mid 1960s. For instance, I can remember a 1960 Ford Fairlane 500…or was it a Galaxie 500? Obviously my memory isn’t what it used to be, so I did a little Internet search just to see if my mind’s eye was any clearer than my memory.
Sort of, but in the interest of truth, justice and the American way I decided to call my Dad. Just so you know, I was leaning toward the Fairlane.
By the way, truth, justice, and the American way came from the introduction to the Superman serial I watched during the same timeframe. Black and white, I do believe, although I can remember episodes that ushered in the color television era.
But, I digress…
My Dad confirmed it. A light blue, 1960 Ford Fairlane 500. Just so you know, that is about the extent of my research skills. Research is not my strong point. In fact, I hate it. Sometimes we do things we have to whether we want to or not.
Where have I heard that before? Another column for another day. Again, I digress…
The old Fairlane 500 had four doors, no air conditioning, a metal dashboard and no seatbelts. She ran best on high test gasoline…that’s what we called premium back then…but my Dad, being the frugal penny pincher he is, fed her only regular. That’s how I learned the definition of a spark knock.
She probably got no more than ten miles to the gallon, but then a gallon only cost 27.9 cents. You ever wonder why they add the nine-tenths of a cent? Me too. Oh well, more research for even another day.