Good Memories
By Hallie Moser, Defiance, OH

    I am old enough to remember the horse and buggy days, and I also am old enough to remember the first car we had.
    My father came in the house and told my mother he was going to Sherwood and buy a car. She told him to buy a new one, not one someone else had. Anyway, one of my brothers took him to town to Moat’s Ford, and he bought a 1918 Ford touring car. They told him how to start and stop the car and sent him on his way.
    We lived down a lane, so we all went outside to see him and his new car. He came driving down the lane, and when he got to the barnyard, he leaned back, gripped the steering wheel and yelled, “Whoa! Whoa!”
    He finally came to his senses and put on the brakes before he hit the barnyard gate.
We had the car until 1926 and sold it at auction after Dad passed away. It was a good car, and Dad took good care of it.
    Good memories!