The arc of a family's life is a strange and humbling thing. My grandfather loved big, heavy machines with powerful engines. He had tractors from a bygone era in a brick and wood building he built himself on his tiny corner of Indiana soil. He collected 1947 Town & Country sedans to reconnect with his lost youth.
My sons never met their great-Grandfather, time saw to that. Yet my grandparents' shadows linger over myself, over my children in a way that is difficult to describe but undeniable. That is why there is something so overpowering and charming about these images of Oliver squinting through the passenger window of Roy's cream and crimson Chrysler or laughing aboard his Minneapolis-Moline, the engine growling its low and steady song.
It's a strange experience to meet the past and the future in the same place. It felt a bit like saying hello and goodbye at once.