I read daughter Ann’s Facebook post a while ago. What does she remember about childhood?
“Road trips to Covington in that orange Ford pick-up.”
LOL. I never would have thought of that, but she does.
Why did we (the four of us!) drive to Covington in that pick-up rather than in Mom’s comfortable sedan?
Maybe to pick up firewood? I don’t remember, but so what and who cares?
The pic here comes from an ’07 blog post when I spotted the old truck on the parking lot at WalMart. I blogged it then as “an old friend.”
Gosh, me and that truck traveled some miles!
