by Harvey Wolff 

"I guess my first interest in old cars took place in about 1926 when I left the key on in my Dad's "Model T" Ford Truck. This was at the old Massey Harris located where the Cahoon Lumber Co. now stands. I remember the coils buzzing so loud that someone came out of the Chautauqua tent during one of the dramatic recitations, and made me turn the key off to keep the peace. From then on, I remember I wanted to learn to drive so badly ... I was seven or eight at the time. I convinced my Uncle Dave to take me out and teach me in the old truck. My Uncle was a good sport and I guess I touched a responsive chord, so he took me out to the road to Fort Macleod. In those days this road extended north across the reserve from the cemetery road and on to the Indian Agency. As we turned the corner on to the road, he slid over and said, "go to it boy, she's all yours". I did and stepped on the low... (click here to read the rest)