What does brand new mean to me? That is a question e asked this morning on her post, “Brand New, Just for You.” For me that term is “bran-spankin’ new” and my mind goes immediately to a 1945 Chevy my daddy bought after WWII. It was hot off the assembly line.
As for my husband and I, our new car stories are sort of like this: We bought a new car in 1953; it was a 42 Mercury. In 1959, it was a ’55 Pontiac; in 1960, it was a ’59 Olds; in 1963, a ’61 Olds; in 1969, a ’66 Dodge pick-up; in 1969 a ’39 Chevy. That kind of story pretty much tells how it has gone through the 62 years of our marriage. The car-memory expert in our family is Carl, our son. He remembers much more than you want to know about our car deals
We were particularly proud of a ’62 Mercedes we bought in ’67. I still have the ticket on it – imagine that! I told you we were proud of it. It cost $1795; we got $450 trade in on an Olds with the balance of $1325 in cash. Wow, I didn’t know we ever had that much cash all at one time.
We have had a lot of new cars during the 62 years we have been married; they were all between two and thirteen years old when we bought them. We bought a new car one time that only had 98,000 miles on it.
Our newest new car was brought into our driveway last night about 9:00 pm. I went out to have a look at it this morning. It is a 1991 5000 SL Mercedes. Pretty little thing.
That’s my story on new cars. Now for “brand spankin new.” I had one of those one time also. It was a 1955 Oldsmobile. It was a give away; I’ve always believed it was sent from Heaven via of Tinker Air Force Base where I worked when I won it. (I will tell more of that story in one of my ‘Tween God and Me stories. Watch for it; it’s a doozy.)