I think it was some sort of green Ford (not sure of the model) that I think my dad bought in 61 or 62 before he joined the Air Force and moved to Alaska for a few years (he was there for the 1964 earthquake) He drove it up there (put it on a ferry from Seattle, I think) and back.

Think he drove it Alaska and back to Omaha at least twice (once on leave) and then he drove from Alaska to Omaha on the way down to San Antonio for his next duty station there. (where he met my mom)

My mom had a white Volkswagon Bug that she bought with money that her dad got from a lawsuit when she was hit by a drunk drive in '57. (she was unconscious for 5 weeks and almost died)

Those are the cars they had when they met each other.

I think my dad sold the Ford when I was 3 or 4 years old. I dimly remember the green color. I think he bought some sort of Volkswagon Hatchback after that. (my mom had a thing for Volkswagons then)

My mom's white Bug was traded in for another white Bug, and when I was 6 months old, she had a car accident in that with me in the car. (rearended the driver in front of her) and back then, the seats in the Bugs werent bolted down. My carseat (and my head) went into the windshield. I had a huge bruise for a few weeks, and my mom didnt bother to take me to the hospital until my father got home...about 12hrs after the accident. (he worked 5 jobs at the time) and he ended up having to take me to the ER for an x-ray.

I'm surprised I lived thru my infancy, much less my childhood. I wonder if the whack on the head then has anything to do with the MS now?

I'm not sure what happened to my mom's second white Bug. I think she traded that one in for a blue one...which got traded in for a red one. Which got traded in for another blue Bug (she really liked Volkswagons) and that Bug got painted two shades of green at Maaco (car painting place) and a company paid my mom to drive around with the two toned Bug with cigarette advertisements on the car for a year. (I hated having her pick me up at school in that thing! At least she wasnt allowed to park it on school grounds. She had to park two blocks away from the school (because it was advertising cigarettes)

My mom is weird. My mom agreed to do the cigarette Bug without talking to my dad, and couldnt get out of the contract when she finally told my dad about a few days after she signed the contract. He was ticked!