I was so excited to have my parents stop by for a visit. To give you some background info...
Dad started restoring his car Thirty-Seven years ago! I only know that date because my sister was just born and she just celebrated her 37th birthday last week.
I vaguely remember going to pick up the 1929 Model A, from a farmer in the States. It was used for target practise in the field. It was riddled with bullet holes.
Growing up, we did not have the typical Family room in the basement. My Dad blew a hole through the walls, installed double doors, and there it sat... for years. Don't get me wrong he worked on it sporadically over the years. In my preteen years it was so embarrasing. I wanted to have a family room to hang out it with my friends. During the teenage years it was different. Any boy that came over for a date was more interested in that car stored in the basement than us girls.
Talk about a labour of love. My Dad is very talented. If he did not have the part he would make it.
I had tears in my eyes as I saw my parents pull up to the shop the other day. The smiles beaming across their faces was priceless! I grew up telling people that my Dad can fix anything...
and he can.
I am so proud of you Dad! Mom you have amazing patience!
