The year was approximately 1952. We were living in Missouri. I can remember sitting in the front seat, looking out the side window. I could just barely see over the window sill. I probably looked like Killroy. To me, at the time, it was a big car.
I can still remember the smell of the mohair when I get around old cars today.
That is my dad washing the Hudson. He always said that it was the best car he ever owned.
I have no idea what I have in my hands but I think we are at a beach on the Meramec River just out of St Louis.
I’m also not sure about the model year of the Hudson.
— Danny Schumer, Bowling Green KY