49 Car

I remember the first car we bought, well it was the first I recall. I do know there were others. One car Mama told me about must have been a model A or something that you cranked at the front. Daddy was driving and I was a baby, Mama said, she was holding me in her lap. Daddy got stuck in a mud hole, The roads were nothing like they are today. Most country roads were simply dirt and if it rained it became mud pits.
Daddy had worked to get the car out, Mama said I started vomiting. She grabbed me and looked at the older kids, They had passed out. All the older ones, Had I not gotten sick, all the older kids may have died.
She and Daddy drug them out of the car and began washing their faces in a mud hole. She said It was the most freightened she had ever been.
Now on to the car I recall, daddy was doing pretty well, He had his own Log truck to drive, It was owned by Long Bell lumber. He had cheaufer buttons he wore on his hat, that was his license to drive a log truck.
We had bought a Television, in fact most people did not have TVS, Your Dad would visit the family across the street , (the Webbs) from us, and he recalls coming to our house and watching Television. Black and White Zenith. By the way I was not even in school yet.
So we were doing better financially, Daddy came home one day with this beautiful black car, I believe it was a 49 plymouth. It had four doors, Daddy had 8 children and some of us were pretty small, to keep us from opening the doors he removed the back door handles. LOL I still remember seeing those doors with no handles. The older ones could take the handle from Daddy or Mama and use them but they were never handed to them unless the car was stopped.
We took lots of family trips in that car, We went to Sparkman a lot. My grandma and Grandpa still lived there, and my Uncle John Henry Brown, Uncle Porter Tuberville, (mamas uncle0, and cousins galore, in additon we visited my Grandma Roland in Bearden. That part of the family had a grocery store/service station. We always stopped nad had a soda. They were only about 5 cents but a kings ransom to us. I always got a chocolate coke. Those are the only times I recall having bought sodas. We often had dinner with that family and I can't even recall their names other than they were Rolands, my grandma Tubervilles side of the family. Maybe it was uncle Will.
That old car took us to Texas and Louisana for gospel meetings. That is still another story.