For some time I have been looking for a 1956 Bel-Air Chevrolet toy car. I'd like one to set on a shelf and remember it was a similar car which was my first car. Mine wasn't sporty with two doors. Most I have seen in my search have two doors and look sporty, but mine had four doors and was turquoise with a white top and trim.
Guess I never look at vintage toy cars in my search without thinking of a game that my cousin, Brenda, and I played underneath the front porch of our old unpainted house. The porch was high enough off the ground that we could sit up and crawl around under it without bumping our heads. At the same time, it provided us with privacy for those make-believe games we played.
The dirt under the porch was hard, or at least there was a section of it that was hard. We took our little metal cars and made roads for our cars to travel on the bank of hard dirt. We cut the roads out on the side of the bank with sticks or hard objects. We made curves and hills, and we had the neatest little country roads on that bank underneath the porch. We pushed our little cars and pretended we were going to visit each other.
Brenda always was creative and she decided to build her a farm on the flat sandy land beside the bank of hard dirt. She made a dirt fence around it by piling up dirt in a large circular like area. Why anyone with any imagination at all could tell that was someone's homestead. I moved over a piece from her and I built mine, too. We'd drive our cars through the gate on our farm and park them up near our house. Then it wasn't long until we wanted to visit each other and off we'd go pushing our little cars down the hard roads on the edge of the bank.
I don't remember how many years we played that game, and I don't know what happened to our little cars either. One thing is for certain, they brought us lots of joy.
Brenda and I enjoyed being together. I don't recall us ever having ill words with each other. She was special to me back then and has become even more so as the years have passed on.
We share lots of precious memories of the times we played together. If you enjoy these stories and would like to read more, visit glendawilliamsonline.blogs
Guess I never look at vintage toy cars in my search without thinking of a game that my cousin, Brenda, and I played underneath the front porch of our old unpainted house. The porch was high enough off the ground that we could sit up and crawl around under it without bumping our heads. At the same time, it provided us with privacy for those make-believe games we played.
The dirt under the porch was hard, or at least there was a section of it that was hard. We took our little metal cars and made roads for our cars to travel on the bank of hard dirt. We cut the roads out on the side of the bank with sticks or hard objects. We made curves and hills, and we had the neatest little country roads on that bank underneath the porch. We pushed our little cars and pretended we were going to visit each other.
Brenda always was creative and she decided to build her a farm on the flat sandy land beside the bank of hard dirt. She made a dirt fence around it by piling up dirt in a large circular like area. Why anyone with any imagination at all could tell that was someone's homestead. I moved over a piece from her and I built mine, too. We'd drive our cars through the gate on our farm and park them up near our house. Then it wasn't long until we wanted to visit each other and off we'd go pushing our little cars down the hard roads on the edge of the bank.
I don't remember how many years we played that game, and I don't know what happened to our little cars either. One thing is for certain, they brought us lots of joy.
Brenda and I enjoyed being together. I don't recall us ever having ill words with each other. She was special to me back then and has become even more so as the years have passed on.
We share lots of precious memories of the times we played together. If you enjoy these stories and would like to read more, visit glendawilliamsonline.blogs
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