GM and Me
williampfaff.com
05 Giugno 2009
PARIS - I wonder what my father would have thought of the self-destruction of General Motors. We were a General Motors family, but not a happy one. We always (but once) had Chevrolets. One of my earliest memories is being shown the first of them, a maroon Chevvy.
My maternal grandfather had a black Model A Ford. He claimed it would go anywhere a horse could go. This was true if there were farmhands around to pick it up and put it back on its wheels when he turned it over.
My father worked for GMAC – the General Motors Acceptance Corporation. Before he married he had spent the ten years following the world war with the Union Pacific Railroad. He was an assistant to the Maintenance Engineer, and eleven months of the year they traveled the system in a private car, accompanied by cook and porter. It was great for a bachelor. When many years later, I had to join a troopship in Oakland, California, he insisted …
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