tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518064219101541110.post5424576032759680646..comments2019-05-21T10:02:35.479-07:00Comments on Blogspot: Driving without a license!Palmaltashttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15842084844496531165noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518064219101541110.post-73805761600100445492011-04-04T10:39:34.194-07:002011-04-04T10:39:34.194-07:00I was going to say, "What a cute story" ...I was going to say, "What a cute story" about your grandfather's car but "cute" isn't quite the right word! <br /><br />I remember riding on a buckboard when we lived on a farm when I was a little girl. Can't remember why we did that except that maybe my father had the car and some relative had come by with the buckboard for Mother, me, and my little brother.<br /><br />Love old memories! Thanks for sharing!Palmaltashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15842084844496531165noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518064219101541110.post-9134470774436687102011-04-04T09:42:37.018-07:002011-04-04T09:42:37.018-07:00I love the grandfather stories, and the research y...I love the grandfather stories, and the research you did on drivers licenses is actually very interesting.<br /><br />You reminded me of a story. My grandfather bought his first car and kept it parked in the barn (in Kansas). One morning they came out and a skunk had come along and had babies in the car. There was nothing they could do about the stink, and the car was gotten rid of. They were back to using a buckboard.Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04683888030155879214noreply@blogger.com