Me and International Harvester

Thought this was funny...

With some color balancing in Photoshop

The quintessential tomboy girlie-girl, circa 1956 or 57 (?) I was probably two or almost three years old, wearing my favorite headgear, an IH cowboy hat. I kept that thing till it was beat to squishy. I think I was in high school when it finally got tossed.

And look at our old International Harvester pickup truck. Dad had already started selling IH farm equipment back then. I remember riding in it to the dump with him. No seatbelts or car seats in those days, just jouncing around in the front passenger seat beside him. Every once in a while over a particularly bumpy section of dirt road, his big arm would flash out to keep me from bouncing onto the floor.

On one occasion he'd given me a handful of wheat pennies, which I jingled in my pocket and kept taking out to look at. I still have them in the original pink plastic shoe-bank where I put them after getting home. This was when we lived in Glendive. I remember a lot of sun, and falling out of the car into the ditch. What fun!

My mom made the overalls out of corduroy, and dig those tennis-shoes! The epitome of feminine fashion!