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This image comes from a set of slides taken by my grandmother's stepfather in 1962 or 1963. The two girls are strangers to me, as my grandmother and her sister would have been young women by this time. View full size.
My family lived in Indianapolis at the time, but other slides in the same box show the Golden Gate Bridge (no snow, though) and the 1964 New York World's Fair.
After scanning, I forwarded the images to my great-aunt to see if she knows anyone. Sadly, Grandma passed on in 2000.
Nothing says dedication like the die-hard convertible lover who lives in the snow belt but still can't do without.
My dad was a Rambler man. We had a wagon like this, only ours was red. I remember riding down the road, age 5 or so, with the back seat down and a big piece of upholstery foam serving as a bed. Car seat - what's that? And much later I learned to drive on a 1962 Rambler with a pushbutton transmission.
I can recall having a separate hood with a button closure just like this little girl has, in just about the same year.
If I went back in time I would miss Polartec fleece most of all.
Yahoo! A Rambler Cross-Country wagon, 1959 to be exact. And a 1963 Ford Galaxie convertible.
Oh, and the kids are cute, too.
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