Yep, those ladies were so cute I married one. My first car was a '48 Dodge, similar to the convertible picture with the gal sitting on it except mine was a 4-door. The first car I remember dad having was a '34 Ford, when he remarried after my mother died of cancer, his new wife had a '48 Pontiac. Didn't care much for it, mostly because I didn't care much for her. Was a different time both during and following WWII, things moved at a slower pace. The small town we lived in(500 pop.) closed all the shops on Sunday except for the gas stations and restaurants. We had two of each and they alternated staying open on Sundays, the restaurants opened only for the noon meal and the gas stations from around 9:00am to about 2:00pm. Even the local theater was closed on Sunday which left the town without any entertainment. We had larger families back then!
