Photos of my 1929 Model A Fords, inherited from my Father in 1997. They were restored for my Son's wedding in 2000 and used in multiple weddings and graduations since then. Stock engine, paint is "Root Beer Brown" which normally looks brown, but various light it takes on a copper tone.

The top photo other shows my 1929 Truck with my car (to show the normal brown color) taken in front of our home.

The bottom picture shows our car in Washoe Valley, Nevada.

Both A's belonged to my Father before he passed away. They are currently owned by my wife Trina and I, we make our home in Reno, Nevada.

I will be passing both cars on to my sons someday.

I've been a member of MAFCA off and on since 1972, first as a twenty something with a late ’31 Coupe I’d driven in college then disassembled “to restore” and a ’29 Panel Delivery survivor. The Panel was pictured in several issues of The Restorer as I drove it on many tours around Washington State in the ‘70’s and as a restored vehicle in 2004..

About three years ago, I bought a 1931 Standard Phaeton kit car. It was manufactured in Canada and taken off the road there in the '50's. In 1958 the owner took it apart "to restore it". He didn't make it! In about 1983, he sold it to a man from the Seattle area. He worked diligently on the car for several years, completing the chassis and the bodywork but was injured in an auto accident before he was able to complete the project. It took me two trips with a car trailer and pickup to get all of the parts home. I finished the car a couple of weeks ago and am very pleased with it.

In 1942, my father was 16 years old. His first car was a 1930 Chevrolet coupe but within a few weeks, he realized he had made a mistake, sold the Chevy and bought a '30 Ford Standard Coupe. He courted my mother in that car. They married in 1944. In 1948, Dad drove the "A" through a snowstorm between Mt. Shasta and Weed, California to get Mom to the hospital for my birth. I had a small, metal-framed canvas bed which sat next to the right door, mom sat between it and Dad. Mom had to cut a hole in the canvas for the choke rod!

Not long after my birth, Mom drove the “A” from Mt. Shasta, California to San Diego to pick up Dad when he attended a National Guard camp after he had been discharged from the Navy at the end of the war. On that trip, she met several nice policemen and truck drivers as she parked along side the road to heat my bottle on the exhaust manifold of the “A”!

Two years later, they made that trip again for my sister's birth. The coupe was getting a bit crowded with my bed on the seat and my sister lying on the rear window tray. Soon thereafter, they retired the "A" and bought a used '46 ford 2 door sedan. The "A" sat in the yard of my grandparents in Dunsmuir California.