let me tell you about: our old farm truck.

I’m currently working on a rather long blog post about the influences that shape my artwork. It’s the first installment of a series, so I want it to be perfect when I publish it. In the interim, I thought I would inform you a little more about me.

This is our old farm truck.

IMG_1820It’s a 1954 International Harvester. It is a three speed, with one side mirror, and turn signals. Top driving speed is 20mph. The truck is complete with a flat bed for hauling. It used to have wooden sides on the bed. Those have rotted away by this point. The cab is a flat, sea-foam green color. The wheel rims are split faced. I’m not familiar with cars, but my dad tells me these are extremely dangerous when it comes to changing the tires. If you’re not careful, the rim can fly away and cause injury and even death. Supposedly, my uncle saw a guy get decapitated by a wayward rim. Apparently that’s why many people change these tires through a cage. Every once in a while, dad has to change a tire. It freaks me out.

This truck has been in our family forever. Both sides of my family have a rich background in farming. My dad grew up on different farms belonging to aunts and uncles {the truck was actually first owned by my Uncle Charles and Aunt Gayle}. My great-grandparents on my moms’ side owned a large farm in Banner, Oklahoma. Unfortunately, the farm was sold a long time ago. In addition to memories, not many tangible reminders of those times exist anymore. This International is pretty much the last piece of equipment we have….and we love it.

We restored the exterior of the cab a long time ago to enter it in Oklahoma City’s Fourth of July parade. We outfitted the bed with hay bails, flag bunting, and two gigantic fire crackers. I’m talking at least eight feet in length. We called it an “Old Fashioned Fourth of July”. My sister and I were dressed in prissy American flag outfits. Our friends also rode on the back of the truck. We were mesmerized by the fact that we were part of a parade; waving and smiling at people. Looking back, it’s even more satisfying to remember how much spectators loved that truck. It was such a wonderful day. It remains one of my best memories from childhood.

The restoration has faded over the years. It would be nice to have the money and time to have it fully restored. I hope someday, we can bring it back to its former glory. For now, the rusty spots are reminders of the years of good use and fond memories.

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