Taken 1956
Ed Burris - 'Shotgun'
Dave Moulton - 'Middle'
Doug Moulton - 'Driving'
Ed's very first car... a 1949 Chevie Flip-top
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This blog was the brainchild of Judy Baumgardner Alguire, Eddie Burris, Dave Moulton, and me, Brenda Tronson Snow. We want to hear from all of you, and welcome your comments, photos, memories, stories, poetry, and yes, jokes, as long as they're in reasonably good taste. It's your blog! Have at it!
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Welcome, Billings Senior High Class of 1959
This blog was the brainchild of Judy Baumgardner Alguire, Eddie Burris, Dave Moulton, and me, Brenda Tronson Snow. We want to hear from all of you, and welcome your comments, photos, memories, stories, poetry, and yes, jokes, as long as they're in reasonably good taste. It's your blog! Have at it!
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Ed in 'Shotgun' seat - Dave center - and Doug
driving Ed's very first car... 1949 Chevie flip top...
In the meandering yesterdays of the nineteen fifties lies the fertile playground of my youth. The seeds of who I am, and what I believe in are planted there. Of all the memories that crowd my mind. None are more vivid than those of my friends and I barreling down the road in our cars. From the age of nine, I spent the next five years with one absolute desire, to become fifteen and to get a car of my own. Not just any car, but the 1950 Chevrolet convertible that my mother drove. I remember thinking every minute of those five years seemed like an eternity. But she had promised me that when I was fifteen, she and I would share in driving that car.
Like many young impressionable boys in the fifties, my imagination raced with images of America's emerging pop culture. Comic books, science fiction magazines were all required reading, and time spent building models, listening to records and dreaming of hot rods and custom cars were all part of the mix of adolescence. Being that you weren't hep unless you had a car, I watched with envy as my friend Joe got his first car and became the first of all my friends to do so.
There are mysteries both real and imagined waiting to be discovered by those who reach driving age. I got to share in many of my friends first adventures, discovering the joys of leaf springs, dirt roads and learning about geography from the shotgun seat of a 41 Ford or an older Packard. The California scene was a dream but the Rock-A-Billy we could tune in on the country music station in rural Billings, Montana was all part of the back drop of my youth. I loved it.
I started driving that 1950 convertible a couple years before I was legal to do so... Nothing seemed cooler than to sneak that car out late at night without my folks hearing me, driving across town to see my girl friend. It would be a quick ten minute visit cause of course I had to return the car to the garage before anyone was the wiser, but every now and again the opportunity did present it's self.
I remember once...
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