ONE CYLINDER REMINISCENCES, IN
WHICH THE RUT BOUND PAST
MERGES INTO THE SMILELESS
PRESENT
THIS picture was taken over twenty-five years ago. It shows pop driving the first motor car ever wrecked in our village.
We were very proud when pop came driving home the cows that day and discovered the car right in the middle of them. We don't know yet how it got there, but pop thinks it might have been frightened by a scrap of paper in a policeman's hands.
It's a Brush roadster. Do you remember those cars? They buttoned up the back and cranked up behind the left ear.
Pop said now that it's here we might as well get some cheap annoyance out of it before its frightful owner claims it.
So mom and us climbed into it and pop started to crank up, but it was like trying to pump water out of a bread box.
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