This is the season for travel. Pile the presents and the kids in the car and head for Grandma’s. Or pile self in the car and head for the kids’ house. Or head for Cherry Capital Airport to stand sockfooted in the security line as TSA officials examine toothpaste. In all cases, prepare for Weather. Bring your mittens and emergency treats. But we are intrepid travelers, and are not deterred by a little snow.
Take Jonathan Klinger of Traverse City, for example. He has been driving a 1930 Ford Model A Tudor Sedan this winter. He’s going to drive that car everywhere he goes for a whole year. (You can find out all about it in a story in the Record-Eagle, and a video.) Why? Well, as he explains on his blog, 365 days of A, So I can finally tell my grandpa he’s not so tough.
Ah, Jonathan. Meet Nora Metz.
Nora drove her grandma to New Mexico in a Model T. From Ironwood. In January. In all fairness, her car was practically new. But Jonathan, the roads! The roads in 1936 were barely there! Nevertheless, off they went, grandma Nora Evans and granddaughter Nora Ayotte, two tiny women driving across country in the snow, luggage and spare tires strapped to the running boards. They picked up a hitchhiker in Wisconsin where it was snowing very hard. They let him drive. It was very restful. Those were different times, weren’t they?
Nora says the biggest challenge was crossing the Mississippi River. It was choked with ice, and that caused a flood, so they had to drive a long way to find a bridge that was safe to cross. But they made it, and they repeated the trip the next winter. Everyone pretty much took this in stride. It was a matter for the Social Notes.
From the Ironwood Daily Globe (Ironwood, Michigan) 20 Jan 1937, page two
News from Ewen: Mrs. Evans of Petoskey who has been here visiting her daughters, Mrs. Lynn Dodge and Mrs. Joe Ayotte, accompanied by her granddaughter, Miss Nora Ayotte, has left for Hot Springs, New Mexico, where she will spend several months.
(Elsewhere on the same page was a story headlined Snowplow Crews Get Workout Here. I’m just saying.)
Then things got really interesting. From the Ironwood Daily Globe (Ironwood, Michigan) 31 Mar 1937, page six
Events of Interest in Social Sphere, Ewen, Metz-Ayotte: Announcements have been received of the marriage of Miss Nora Ayotte, daughter of Mrs. and Mrs. Joseph Ayotte of Ewen, to Floyd Metz of Graceville, Okla. The ceremony took place at Hot Springs, N.M., March 22, in the M.E. church, with the Rev. William Cribb officiating. Mrs. and Mrs. J. L. Walling attended the couple. Mr. and Mrs. Metz will reside in Hot Springs where Mr. Metz is employed.
Two months from the time they left Ewen they had arrived in Hot Springs, entered into the social whirl, and met people. Little Nora in particular had Met Someone, and then gone and gotten married. Two months! I told you she was a pistol.
If your holiday travel gets a little complicated, remember that it Could Be Worse. Have fun, be safe, see you when you get back!
Kate on Clinton
December 28, 2010
Sounds like fun, but with no heater in the Model A, I wouldn’t make it past a few short trips in January (or February, March).
Gerry
December 29, 2010
Best to have dogs along.
Nye
December 29, 2010
We think like birds this year, fly South for the winter but it managed to get cold there. Of course we didn’t fly, but drove there. 🙂
Gerry
December 29, 2010
The way things are going weatherwise this year, you’re lucky you didn’t get stuck in a blizzard in Georgia!
P.j. grath
December 29, 2010
That’s some story, Gerry! How many times do you suppose they had to change and/or repair tires on that long trip? From what I’ve read, it was an expected and sometimes daily part of the long-distance driving experience back then. But what an adventure it must have been!!! (I’m just saying.)
Gerry
December 29, 2010
We shall have to ask Nora if she can remember that part. The good thing about “motoring” in the 1930s was that people were good at improvising repairs. I think that’s a large part of the fun Jonathan Klinger is getting from his experiment. He’s improvising. Good for him.
Fee
December 29, 2010
That was some journey to undertake. A quick look at Google earth showed me just how far it actually is – a flipping long way! And in a Model T, on bad roads. That’s dedication. Product of my generation that I am, I wondered what the flying time would be … Google suggests 2.5 hours. As long as it takes me to fly to Spain, and you’re still in the same country. It’s a big old place, the US of A.
I read somewhere once that one difference between a Brit and an American is that we Brits think 100 miles is a long way, and you Americans think 100 years is a long time!
Gerry
December 29, 2010
True, that! Although as the Boomers age our sense of how long 100 years is has changed . . .
It occurs to me that in some ways traveling from northern Michigan to Hot Springs New Mexico is going to another country. Exotic landscape, different foods, unfamiliar folkways. We like to think of ourselves as a melting pot, but I think we’re more like a hearty stew. A very big hearty stew.
And this particular chunk of onion, she grumps, has slooow dialup and cannot use Google Earth to examine the carrots in New Mexico. Nuts.
Karma
December 29, 2010
After reading Fee’s and your comments, you’ve brought up an interesting perspective about comparisons and how generations and cultures and backgrounds view the world. I saw a movie once (took place in England) where a character had a line referring to America saying, “The buildings you consider old are still newer than our ‘new’ ones.” …er, or something like that. Did that make any sense? Maybe I need some more chocolate…
Gerry
December 29, 2010
See, I’m thinking that a strategic emigration to the UK may be in order. I will not be an old bat! I will be a new bat! And the new bat will sweep the series! Er, I may have mixed metaphors a bit. It is possible I have had entirely too much chocolate.
Fee
December 30, 2010
Yes, yes, come to the UK. Make it Scotland – here in Edinburgh, the part of town built between 1765 and 1850 is still called the “New Town”!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Town,_Edinburgh
Scott Thomas Photography
December 29, 2010
Wow…and here I complain when my Mustang slides a bit in the snow. You said they repeated this journey, was she still married? 🙂
Gerry
December 29, 2010
I see I have been unclear. I need an editor very badly. Anyway, the first trip was in 1936, and featured the hitchhiker and the ice-clogged Mississippi. The next trip was in 1937 and featured the busy snowplows and Little Nora’s whirlwind courtship. Nora and Floyd eventually came back to Michigan, and had many adventures, but that is another post entirely.
Nora never complains. Waste of breath.