****Back story. My mom and dad were married in 1957 at the very young ages of 15 years old and 17 years old. Mom was pregnant at the time and Dad wanted to marry her. My dad is Hispanic, and my mom is Irish. Mom's sisters and brothers were very much against my parents getting married. But my grandparents weren't. Both my grandmothers went to the courthouse with my parents and signed the consent for them to get married. My parents were married for 66 years and had seven children. Mom passed away on April 2, 2023, and Dad is still alive at the time of this article writing which is March 2025. These are the stories of their life according to them. ******
1948 Chevy - by Dad
My first car was a 1948 Chevy. My brother Stany bought it for me for $150.00 when he worked at Whittier Buick in Billings. It was a nice car. And I had it for a long time. I had it when I first met your mom, and we had it when we were married. When your mom and I were dating we drove around a lot in it. One night we drove to Tom's Bar. I can't remember if we were looking for her folks or I was just going to get something to drink. Well, the brakes weren't working on the old 48 and I drove into the side of the bar. It hit the side of the bar with a bang. Good thing those old buildings were sturdy then. No one saw us so I backed up and we sped off. We never told anyone.
One night I was in Tom's Bar with my brother Lupe and Old Tom started telling this story about how something hit the side of his bar. He was dozing on his stool waiting for customers and there was a big bang, and the bottles rattled on the wall, and he fell off his stool. He didn't know what it was but it sure scared the heck out of him. I didn't say a word. Even my brother Lupe didn't know. It was pretty much a secret between your mom and me until now. You know that old car never had any dents in it.
My brother Lupe and I drove around a lot in the car when your mom was in school. One day we picked up a hitchhiker. He wanted a ride as far as he could go. While we were driving Lupe took his knife out and cleaned his fingernails and then laid it on the dash. That hitchhiker couldn't get out of the car fast enough. We hadn't even driven a mile before he was ready to get out. We weren't going to hurt him, just scare him.
Another time we decided to let all the air out of the tires of the old Chevy and drive down the railroad tracks. It was a pretty rough ride, but we did get to the other side of town faster.
It was a good car.
SK Virtue as told by Gonsalo Morales Jr.
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| My mom sitting on the Chevy |
What beautiful memories 💖
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