Eunice, my sister older by almost two years, and I were with Dad when he parked his 193l Model A Ford under a sign that said, in big letters, "No Parking in Alley. Saying "Be back in a minute" he crossed the street to the back doors of Uncle Henry's store. (Some of you may remember me telling about him leaving me with the barber and no money with the same promise of "Be right back")
A large, heavily loaded truck pulled in behind the Model A, with no way to progress farther and into the street. Three black men came over, looked at us and said "this car has got be be moved so we can get through." Here we were, about six or seven years old, and there was obviously no way we could move the car. They started asking "whose car is it?" We answered "Grandma's car." After Daddy traded in his Model T and bought the new car, Grandma began calling it her car, and that's all we knew.
One of the men finally said, "That's Mr. Jess's car. Let's just back up and go around." That's what they did.
When we told Dad what happened, he was totally unconcerned.
A large, heavily loaded truck pulled in behind the Model A, with no way to progress farther and into the street. Three black men came over, looked at us and said "this car has got be be moved so we can get through." Here we were, about six or seven years old, and there was obviously no way we could move the car. They started asking "whose car is it?" We answered "Grandma's car." After Daddy traded in his Model T and bought the new car, Grandma began calling it her car, and that's all we knew.
One of the men finally said, "That's Mr. Jess's car. Let's just back up and go around." That's what they did.
When we told Dad what happened, he was totally unconcerned.
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