Grace and Dave in backyard of the Burbank house 1947
River boat on the right. We would sing cruising down the river on a Sunday afternoon.
My dad’s first car purchase when he arrived in Virginia, after our move from Alaska, while my mom, my 3 siblings, and I stopped to visit our grandparents near Spokane, WA, was a 1949 or 1950 two door, black Ford, with a front seat only. The back had room for a seat but I believe my dad was of the opinion that you stack kids in the back just as you would the groceries. Sometimes this plan didn’t work so well as they left me at church, one time, when they failed to count heads. After that I stuck very close to my mother so I wasn’t forgotten. We drove the Ford for several years until my next to the youngest brother, at 2 or 3 years of age, figured out how to climb into the car, release the emergency brake, and coast into the nearest tree. My oldest brother, who was about fourteen, was furious as he had wanted to drive the car, but was forbidden to.
It must have been sometime after my youngest brother was born in 1956 that we purchased a VW Microbus. We think it was either a 1955, 1956, or 1957 model. My brother thinks he was about 4 years old at the time.
One October, Dad drove his, bald tired, Microbus up Belleview Blvd hill in Alexandria, Virginia on his way home from work. He passed all the tract housing surrounded by freshly cut and edged smooth golf course emerald lawns sprinkled with the first snow of the season. The street had barely an inch of snow. But many others could not ascend the steep road because of slipping and sliding back down to the bottom not being able to maneuver on the slushy street. Dad had no trouble maneuvering around those who had failed to make the assent. He had grown up in Spokane, Washington, and knew how to drive in adverse conditions.
This must have been owned by my brother Jay or it could have been purchased after the last one was sold. We tended to use Jay's cars as a second car as long as he got to drive it
The lawn at our house was the only lawn, which was brown at that time. Although the snow did start greening it a bit. We conserved water even then in the 50’s by not watering. We didn’t have to mow our grass as a result.