It felt like we lived in the car for a long time. I still remeber what a dented up, bald tired, rusted out old junker it was. I was with my Dad the day that he paid twenty- five dollars for it, in 1929. I remember how I thought we were rich. I had never seen that much money at one time, and Dad just handed it to the man like it was so much confetti. What I didn't know was just how long it was going to be before we saw anysort of folding money again. Dad drove that car to the boarding house where we were staying and by evening it was so packed with our belongings that the sides were beginning to bulge. By nightfall we were on the move.