My memories go way back, I can recall bits and pieces of being a baby, toddler and pre-schooler. My parents bought a 1955 Studebaker Commander in 1955. When I came along they bought a 1959 Buick, because the Studebaker really wasn't a family car - it was a sports car. Dad hung onto it until 1961, then used it as part of a downpayment on the house I grew up in. (Which has been sold and the closing is on September 26th.) One memory stands out. I couldn't have been more than three. I recall an old beat-up garage, an alley, and across the alley was a white house where a woman lived with her son. Dad was always doing something to the Studebaker - this memory was of me standing next to him, watching him use a tool to buff or sand or whatever he was doing. The other day one of my older sisters told me he was fiberglassing. He didn't make me leave and I recall being fascinated. There are other memories I'd love to bring to life, and I'm starting with this one. I used a slightly older version of the car, but it did look like this.