In Normandy, my parents’ friends, the Lovells, and their daughter Annie lived about 2 houses away from us. I remember their Cadillac, it was so pretty. It was black with chrome. I kept telling my dad how much I loved Annie’s Cadillac and he would get mad and growl, “It’s not a Cadillac, it’s a Buick”.
I found out later that he and his dad had had lifelong battles about Buicks versus Fords. My dad was a Ford man. Actually, we owned a Hillman Minx, which was pretty small. My mother absolutely hated it. She never drove it; she and I went everywhere with Annie and her mother in their Cadillac.
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| 1952 Hillman Minx |
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| 1952 Buick |
Annie was mean and she was always getting me in trouble. My mother couldn’t stand her and neither could I. Unfortunately, because our dads worked together, we couldn’t get away from each other.
One day Annie and I had a fight and I beat the hell out of her. It felt really good. After that, we didn't play together much. I think my dad was pretty proud of me, even though I was only about 5 years old.