Mostly we walked. Not many people had cars. No, that’s not right. Actually, a lot of people had cars. The unemployment rate was 25%. So probably 75% had cars. So I should say poor people didn’t have cars. My family did not have a car but some of my uncles did. One had a small car with a rumble seat. And once he took my brother and me for a ride with us in the rumble seat.
Another uncle had a car and he and his family would sometimes go for a ride in the evening. And sometimes they would take me. At least I always stood in the yard and hoped they would ask me to go too and sometimes they did.
In that case, we just rode around the country roads past the coke ovens or some other local sight. With my uncle, his wife, and their three children and me in the car, it was always a quiet affair. There was no “Don’t make me stop this car,” and never any “Are we there yet.” We had to be quiet so my uncle could drive safely.
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