My dad, Clarence, grew up in rural Minnesota. Notice the barn in the background. I have no year for this but my guess is this was taken around 1940. (Too bad the front end of the car isn’t seen.) I can just picture him driving around the bumpy dirt roads between his mother’s place and his sister’s house. This may be the car he drove on his first date with my mom. They went to a ‘young people’s gathering’ at a small country church. He always said he wished he’d kept that car.
Another country man was my father-in-law, J.D., here with his swell looking car. I wonder if it’s Sunday with that hat and tie. The chicken seems glad to be part of the picture and not the Sunday dinner.