This old truck, with barely visible paint on the door, “L. Hansen, Orkney, Sask” was probably state-of-the-art in it’s day. Who was L. Hansen, and where is Orkney? What did this old boy haul? Did L. Hansen have a family, and if so, is my friend Sid a descendant? If old timers like this could talk, what stories they’d have to tell!
As for now, he’s rusting away on the edge of a pretty coulee north of the Cypress Hills, at Ravenscraig.
As for “Where’s Ravenscraig?”, that’s a story for another day.
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Gena, you certainly catch the dignity of these old trucks and your sincere love of them is endearing to someone that has the same feeling. They always bring back memories of my father, his father and lots of uncles, all contractors with great trucks and all men I love.
Thea, Thanks so much for your lovely reflections about trucks and for watching my blog. It’s a funny thing, this affection for old rusty trucks. Lots of nostalgia involved. I wnder too, what these modern-day vehicles will look like at that age….fibre glass & plastic being what they are. Hugs to all 3 fo you.