Cars, Cars, Cars
My husband, Von, always loved cars. When we were dating he had a 1926 Chev. that he named Geneva. It was a boxy car but very nice. He sold it to buy my wedding rings. He loved me more than the car.
Our next car was a 1938 Ford that he bought from his brother. It was so dilapidated but we drove it from Amarillo to Houston. He was taking a job as an announcer for KTHT.
Our first apartment in Houston we shared a bath with another couple and I did not like that, so we took a small garage apartment in the Heights. It was so small I was constantly afraid Von would fall down the stairs if he sat on the sofa.
I was in the kitchen in the apt. one afternoon when I heard a honk and I looked down and there he was in a 1939 La Salle convertible—with no fenders! I nearly had a heart attack. But not to worry! He found fenders at a junk yard, had them mounted and had it painted a bright yellow! Everywhere we went people waved at us and I was embarrassed. People just didn’t buy bright colored cars then. If we had that car now it would be worth a fortune.
The last 18 years of his life we had antique and classic car auctions in several states. It was a good business but we retired in 1991.
Von loved cars all his life and decided since he was so tall that he would buy only Cadillacs to drive. I inherited his love for Cadillacs and I am driving a 1991—the last of the big ones. I am sure if there are cars in Heaven Von is driving a 2008 Cadillac.
