My car
Having just finished Teacher's College and had a teaching job lined up at Amsterdam School,a rural school near Rosenfeld, MB, I was in need of transportation for this new job. So, Dad and I went shopping for a car. He helped me buy it and then I would pay him back as I could.
We found this Consul, an English Ford (don't know the year) for about $750.00. It was a very compact yet roomy car. It was black with a red leather interior. I was so proud to be an owner of a car and put many trouble free miles on it.
The first thing Dad made me do was change a tire. he said I needed to know this if I was going to drive. That was a good thing. The tires on the car when I bought it were the original ones from England. When the weather turned cold I had about 3 or 4 flat tires in one weekend. (the tires cracked in the cold weather). I went and bought a new set of tires and all was well.
Shortly after getting my car I took a couple of girls with me and went to St. Laurent to teach DVBS for a week. It was a good week but I found out that the spark plugs on the car got wet when I went through a big puddle. Each time the motor stopped and I had to dry of the spark plugs before it would work. It was a good experience and we made it home without any more trouble.
A point of interest would be that I just paid 35 cents a gallon for the gas. Most weekends I went home as I guess I still wanted to be part of the life at home and the church at Rosefarm. For the next couple of years I almost lived out of my suitcase but that was fine with me.
Being a girl and telling the mechanics what needed to be done(Dad would tell me) didn't sit well with some of them.
But one time it was my turn to chuckle. When the mechanic wanted to drive the car into the garage, I had to show him how to start the car.( pull a button on the dash).
At times my car was loaded with the younger kids at home or a bunch of friends and we'ed be off for an outing. Life was good and I was thankful.
When I went to Bible school, the car was giving some trouble and so I didn't drive it that winter. In spring I did a couple of months of volunteer work with CSSM delivering brochures to school in the country and some in the city. I used my car even though it was smoking bad. Margaret Giesbrecht went with me much of the time. I was a time of blessing and a joy to be able to serve.
After our wedding in July I sold it for a few dollars. It had served me well and was such a blessing in my life for a couple of years.
These are a few of my adventures with my car and how the Lord provided my needs in those years