GRANDPA’S TRUCK 02-13-08

My Grandpa had an old blue Chevrolet Truck that he loved almost as much as He did my Grandma. They were called “Uncle Mike and Aunt Nettie”. They were married more than sixty-five years and My Grandpa said she could handle a herd of Oxen better than most men and that was the reason He married her. I believe there were more reasons than that but who argues with their Grandpa. When He went to Winnsboro and that was about the only place of any distance he went, he would put a dollar’s worth of gas in the truck (gas was about twenty-five or thirty cents per gallon). He seldom drove to town but rather would recruit some one around the store he trusted and they only were allowed to go but at about thirty miles per hour. One time his truck would not hold a dollar’s worth and he bragged about that truck getting good gas mileage that it is no wonder some one from the factory had heard about it and came to see that wonderful truck. The only place in Winnsboro that was allowed to change oil in the truck was Mays Service Station. One day he came from town and when the truck stopped it was smoking around the hood vents. We looked and they had not put the seal around the oil filter all way around and some oil had blown out on the engine and was smoking. Oil filters in the “forties” were not as good as the filters now and no harm was done. Nothing would do Grandpa but I was to drive him to town and be a witness as he showed the owner and have him fire the person that almost ruined his truck. Mr. James Mays called the person around to fire him but he was a very poor teenager from our community and Grandpa changed his mine and told Mr. Mays he would never do business with him any more and “bad mouth” Mr. Mays everywhere he went.