1964 Lincoln Continental, like one I remember from childhood.
Ours was light blue.
I'm not the only one with car-memories. The auction room yesterday was full of old people telling stories and young people making memories. I wonder if such fascination with automobiles is unique to Americans.
The cars from our youth make a deep impression on us. My daughter's boyfriend was captivated by our 2003 Ford Windstar van, because it was like the one his family had many years earlier. She, meanwhile, is mourning the failing health of the car she drives, the car that has been part of the family since before she was born.
It is not only cars, however, that make a big impression on us. Visiting places of childhood brings back more than memories. It brings back impressions and feelings. We might remember a song or situation or a long-forgotten friend. So much of our lives is shaped in childhood.
And that is why childhood and children are so important. My children are grown now, but I know they have powerful memories from their early years. Attitudes, perspectives and feelings about life take shape in those earliest years, when children spend hour after hour riding in back seats, looking out the windows, watching the world go by.