I actually remember going to my paternal great-grandmother's funeral, because my little brother and I rode with our granddad (and some of his siblings) in her Cadillac limousine!
I've ALWAYS been a car guy, and I can remember the car exactly.
1961 Cadillac Fleetwood Series 60 Special (Great-Granddaddy had money, but he'd died in '58) - this EXACT color, too.
I was 3 1/2 years old - my little brother was 2. My sister was a newborn (within DAYS of great-grandma's death!), so her, mom, and dad went separately.
Our family (the men anyways) are not terribly long-lived. My dad was the first male to make it to 73, since 1843! He just turned 83 in June, but I'll never live that long. I'll leave my wife instructions on how to let you know I've passed on... but whether she DOES or not's another story.
Suffice to say, if you don't hear from me for a solid month on here, it's safe to assume I've transferred to the Church Triumphant. Late 50's is our average lifespan (and I don't go to doctors - I don't trust them after Der Kommissar ObamassarKare), and I'm already 52. The end is coming soon.
Last edited by The_War_Wagon; 09-03-19 at 21:41.
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