It is 1952 and my father had just taken in a 1948 Oldsmobile on trade. This was expensive inventory in those years but Reg. knew of an old German farmer near Blake Ontario who was interested in just such a car.
If you wanted to sell a farmer a car back then, you took the car to the farmer, at a suitable hour.
Off we went after supper. I am just 12 years old. I am now being shaken awake at midnight after falling asleep on the couch in the big farm kitchen.
A deal had been made, but no money traded hands.
In trade for the Oldsmobile was a Stuffed Pig, Two vats of homemade wine, a pony, complete with cart and a dark blue 1932 Buick sedan.
I will never forget the moonlit ride home in that Buick.
It had dual side-mounts and a rear mounted trunk and wooden spoke wheels. It looked so classy and as I sat their listening to that glorious Straight 8 engine and that distinct whine of those Buick gears when being shifted, I fell I love with that car.
I vowed one day I would own a car like that!
It was July of 1978 before that became a reality. A Mr. Wm. Snetselar of St. Thomas had the exact car except in tutone green, and he offered to sell it to me. – You bet I bought it!
It sounded and drove just like that one I fell in love with 26 years earlier.
I owned it a very long time before I reluctantly let it go.