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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Sepia Saturday #98

Following Alan's theme about buses here is my first experience with one.

In 1956 right after high school  I went to a work training program 10 miles from my home, as an x-ray technician, in a nearby hospital.
Since we didn't have a car and it was my first job I did not have one either.

My mode of transportation was The Greyhound Bus.
The one I would ride each day left from the
Greyhound terminal in Louisville, Kentucky.





As far as I was concerned, an unwanted sign of the times.


I would walk the couple of blocks from my home to a Standard Oil station which was the stop in my town,
to board the bus. 


 This station was run by a nice young man who was a friend to every one. He was married and had a couple of children. Little did I know he was the brother of the man I was to marry in 1960.


A 1950's bus.




The bus would stop along the country highway and pick up passengers if it went by their house.

When the bus arrived in the town where I worked it just so happened it went right past the the hospital where I worked and the bus driver would drive through the parking lot and let me out.

After all I was one of the most faithful riders. 
He went on about his appointed rounds and at 3PM in the afternoon the Greyhound showed up to fetch me home.


About 2 years later I bought my first car.
Used of course. A 1949 Pontiac and that was the end of my bus riding career.
Paid $75.00
Mine was not quite this sharp looking but it was the same color.
After about 1 month the brakes went out. My friend at the Standard Oil station, my future brother-in-law, fixed them for me.




Photos from the web.


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12 comments:

Anvilcloud said...

A great look back, QMM.

Postcardy said...

I always liked trains better than buses, but I wish there there was still more of both bus and train service.

Bob Scotney said...

A very entertaing post Peggy especially as you link it to your life.
The colours in that petrol station look like BP to me, maybe when it was BP Amoco.
That Packard would be fun.

Vee said...

Fun post! I say it's always nice to have a mechanic in the family and a doctor and a nurse and a carpenter...electricians are good. =D

Christine H. said...

Great story and wonderfully illustrated too. I don't think the Greyhound bus would make stops like that now. Sigh.

Southwest Arkie said...

That is one classy car! Great trip down memory lane QMM. Thanks for sharing!

Little Nell said...

I like the way you told this story with these great illustrations.

Sheila @ A Postcard a Day said...

I enjoyed your journey. :) I've gone full circle now and have started using buses much more often.

Karin said...

Great down memory lane post!

Liz Stratton said...

If the buses still provided door-to-door service, I bet more people would ride them! Love your first car!

Brett Payne said...

Enjoyed both your story and the photos you used to illustrate it, thank you.

TICKLEBEAR said...

which just goes to show one should always be polite as you never know who might end up being your in-law...
:D~
HUGZ