
1941 Plymouth
Photograph by Elisabeth Bacon 2009
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Friday afternnoon, this 1941 Plymouth glided into the parking lot of our local general store. Memories rolled in too--granddad, coarse tan seat covers, musty car smells, trips to the
Piggly Wiggly and the drug store's soda bar, sun-streamed mornings, burned toast, fresh coffee, heavy cream, playground swings, moss-covered bricks, ivy-covered walls, ice cream on scalding summer afternoons, the porcelain doll in doll trunk (with dresses, petticoats, hats and shoes), night-time shadows flickering and dancing on bedroom walls.......
Images are powerful. They can transport us through space and time.