My first car was a 1952 Studebaker Commander because that is the car my parents drove me home from the hospital in after I was born in 1954. It was the only car my family had until November of 1959. It was a four door sedan with the new V8 engine (that had debuted in the 1951 bullet nose version of this car) and a heater. Every other option available for this car was declined: no radio, carpets, wheel covers, decorative trim. It had only a manual transmission. Plus it never had a garage. This Levittown, Pennsylvania carport was as close as it came. By the time my father sold it to some neighborhood teenager in 1962 it had chrome pits the size of cat teeth.
Here you see me (center child) and two playmates, our “gorgeous” zinc plated trash cans, kitchen door, my baby stroller, and my big, black car.
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