Our first car was a Morris 8, bright green & black. I think it had a hard top.
My father became the proud owner when I was 3, & I can remember us trooping out to inspect the new acquisition which was parked on a piece of spare ground further down the lane. It was some time before I comprehended what it was for, & that it was OURS.
By today's standards it was a death trap for small children, but my sister & I lived to tell the tale of our Sunday picnics. There must have been other outings, other trips & holidays, but it is those picnics I remember.
My father became the proud owner when I was 3, & I can remember us trooping out to inspect the new acquisition which was parked on a piece of spare ground further down the lane. It was some time before I comprehended what it was for, & that it was OURS.
By today's standards it was a death trap for small children, but my sister & I lived to tell the tale of our Sunday picnics. There must have been other outings, other trips & holidays, but it is those picnics I remember.
