They didn't look very happy. The woman in the back seat looks totally bored. She reminds me of my mother when I had just restored a Model A Phaeton. I was so proud of it and I drove to her house and asked her if she wanted to ride in it. She said, "I did all the traveling I care to do in those old cars when they were new!" She wasn't at all excited about it, but she and my dad did ride in it many times.
My parents had a similer reaction but they could see that the old cars meant something to me and went on many tours over the years.
They also contributed many stories of the old cars in their lives. In one of the stories, I found out that one of my uncles was the Hudson dealer in Bennington, Vermont. This story only came out after years of riding in my two 1920s Hudsons.
That particular uncle had done so many different things in his life to try to make ends meet that my mother had forgotten that particular chapter. Not only was my uncle Perry Bugby a Hudson dealer, he sold tractors and other farm implements and serviced them as well.
My mother's family had an old Ford which resided in the horse barn in the early 1930s but nobody could remember any details about it.
I could think of three things that would make them not be smiling; funeral, the "BOY" is going off to collage or war.