I was 10 years old, visiting my cousin, David, and we had gone on a home delivery with his dad, my Uncle Eli, who owned a hatchery in northern Indiana. On that very warm August day, he had to deliver some chicken feed to an Amish farm outside town. David and I always liked to visit the Amish with him, and this particular farm had a new litter of St. Bernard puppies we were anxious to see.
Due to the 'war effort' and the gasoline shortage, Uncle Eli was making this delivery in his personal car, a 1937 Chevrolet coupe. It had held up very well during the war years. We heard the news of the war's end on that car radio, and with much excitement, were able to relay the great news to the Amish family when we arrived there. We had a great visit with that family and played with the beautiful puppies for a long time.