This is one of my earliest memories from the 70's. Our Chevy got crashed into and hit a telephone poll in front of our Aunt Helen's house. My brother and I were outside playing when it happened. Our parents made us go inside. I didn't have time to get my toys. I was pretty upset about that and the car. A guy was coming out of a nearby bar and the driver wasn't able to avoid hitting him and he died.
We got a new car a few weeks later. A Chevy Malibu wagon. I was hoping that Dad would get the one that had the window that you could roll down in the hatchback like a friend of the family had but he didn't. I did like our station wagon though- good memories of vacation drives in it.
The picture above the car crash one is of our basement and my stuffed animal friends.