My cousin and I bought our first car together fifty-fifty. We had little money to buy something desirable, so we opted to buy anything that ran for $75 or less. We discovered a 1953 Cadillac sitting in a garden plot. We went and asked the owner if he would sell, and he was more than happy to let it go for a reasonable price. So, with negotiations over, we got to work getting the old Caddy running. Our time with the car was short but fun. There were many issues with it as you can imagine. Lights that occasionally went out at night, stalling, and using fuel at a rate that kept us broke most of the time.
The one time that really made us wonder about the car we’d purchased though, was when we passed a cemetery and the car just died—pun intended. You see, the car we bought was a 1953 Cadillac hearse. The garden it was resting in prior to our purchase was in the back of a smalltown funeral home.
Now, I know as well as you do that a car that old, with so many issues, it shouldn’t have been a surprise that it stalled that night, but right next to the cemetery? Harvey Peever, Saskatoon