Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Image050C - Dodge LaFemme

a beautiful car, inside and out..........most people in the 60s might have thought the name somewhat too tawdry or Franco cinematic; it might have been akin to naming it the Dodge Strumpette or Strumpete. Names do have considerable influence. Take the Edsel and the Henry J; add Kaiser and Frazier, funny and weird names. How the Lincoln became acceptable is something I have wondered about. There was a Franklin, but it is no more. There was never a Washington. As far as I know, there has never been a car named a Robert.
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My dad's dad, my grandfather, was nine years old when President Lincoln died from an assassin's bullet. Most people think I am speaking of my GREAT GRANDFATHER. NO, I am referring to my dad's father, my paternal Grandfather, Robert Levi Huffstutter, born in 1856. What does this information have to do with my profile? It might help the reader understand that I have a sense of being much older than I am in that only one generation seperates me from President Lincoln. This causes me to respond differently to society and many current events. In many respects, this is to my benefit, in other respects it dates my mindset. Perhaps this is the reason I value the moral standards and idealogies of older Americans, the men who were the soldiers and sailors I saw when I was a small boy,the men and women who fought a war for freedom without any doubts posted by a media with a questionable lack of national unity and purpose.