[BILL WILLIAMSON]

Chief was my dad, Dempsey, building & selling A Models, (so we could eat) down in the backwoods of S.E. Oklahoma. He was my fun, humorous, Model A mentor and had scads of old "wisdom" sayings that ring very true, even today.
Momma, my mother, Bertha Mae, was the head cook, bottle washer, vegetable gardener and great supporter of the Model A "garage" out front under the giant oak tree, complete with chain hoist hanging from a huge limb. Momma would save any single layer cardboard boxes so we would have plenty of emergency gasket material. We used an old cast iron wash pot for a hot tank and she kept the fire going under the pot and would "TURN" the parts while they cooked in Lye soap. An old Chevrolet rear fender was used as a moveable windbreak for the fire. (Chief would never sacrifice a Model A fender for this task!)
Without electricity, and before butane was invented, except for cars and radios, we lived much like folks did in the late 1800's.
When a car was "finished," our test drive was to load up, cross Red River on a rickety old ferry, and visit relatives in Will's Point, Texas, a two day trip. WHAT A GREAT LIFE IT WAS!