Antiques

Which is the oldest?

At the family reunion this year,

we made an appointment with

DeRay’s cousin, Margo, and her husband, Bill

to ride in their Antique Cadillac

on our Wedding Anniversary.

To begin the evening,

we toured their backyard

with beautiful flowers

a green lawn.

No weeds, what?

A bridge and waterfall

A fish pond

And vegetable garden.

As we drove along the streets

Of Salt Lake City,

 

 

we felt like movie stars

everyone staring, commenting, wowing.

How were we to know

they meant the limousine, not us?

Café Trang always has plenty of parking.

Not tonight.  It’s the Greek Festival.

$5 Event Parking.

Unless you’re eating at Café Trang,

as Margo discovered when she asked.

The impressed parking attendant promised to

keep an eye on the limo while we dined.

Oh my, what delicious food.

Quiet, delectable, enjoyable.

Afterwards, our chauffeur, Cousin Bill,

now wearing his chauffeur’s cap

 

drove us all around the Capitol Building

by Memory Grove and gravity hill,

across 11^th Avenue to the fire station,

with a commanding view of the night city.

Are you sure we’re not celebrities of some sort?

Is this a dream-come-true?

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  This is rather a momentous year statistic-wise,

as DeRay points out.

We were married in ‘56;

We’ve been married 56 years.

Bill’s restored Cadillac is a '36;

I was born in ‘36.

(There were only 5,248 Cadillac’s sold in 1936.

The original price was $2,445.)

In 1936,

Gas was 10 cents a gallon;

Eggs 18 cents a dozen.

The life expectancy was 59.7 years.

(Oops, we’ve exceeded.)

Franklin Roosevelt was President of the United States.

A new house might cost $3,925;

Average Annual Income was $1,713.

A movie ticket was 25 cents.

In Orderville, until you were 12 years old,

movies were a dime.

Then they went up to 40 cents.

DeRay wins.

He’s the oldest antique.

He’s '34 vintage.

DeRay is twice as old as Eddy,

Who is 39.

When Ed turned 38;

DeRay was twice as old at 76 (for a couple of months).

That’s what DeRay told me.

Blame him.

"Do you want to see the car we were in last night?"

I ask Ed when he comes into the computer room.

Barely glancing, he remarks, "The year-you-were-born-model."