'We also used it to cut firewood...'
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Terry Tracy sent this story by her 86 year old grandfather Charles E. Gossett:
"Oh how far we have come! This story takes place in 1921 when I was four-years-old. The little boy in the back is me and that's my brother Harley sitting in the spare tire. We lived in a log cabin in an area called Kettle Hills, five miles south of Lancaster, Ohio. It was country living, pure and simple, and our only water supply was a spring. I went to a one-room school called Stump Hollow.

Our log cabin was also located in a hollow, so the lane down to the house was fairly steep. Sometimes when the fuel was low in the tank, my dad had to drive the Model T in reverse, up the hill, because the gas would otherwise not reach the carburetor. The tank was located under the front seat and there was no fuel pump. When we wanted to measure the gas level in the tank we had to lift the front seat and use a marked stick. When we finally made it to the gas station the fuel first had to be pumped with a hand lever into a glass cylinder (to the number of gallons needed), then drained into the tank. Gasoline in those days cost 15 cents per gallon. A special challenge was driving at night....

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