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1970 Chevrolet C-10

 

Owned by

David Morgan
Fishers Ferry, Pennsylvania

01 November 2007
# 2104

From Dave :

           This is a special truck to me. It’s mine now, but my Grampa, Ario Morgan, of Hegins, Pennsylvania, bought it new at Klinger’s in Sacramento, PA. It was always a real workhorse of a truck.

           It's a “Plain Jane” 1970 Chevy C-10 shortbed, with no frills about it. It had a 307 with a three on the tree tranny. Not even a radio. But that was very fitting for a man like my Grampa, being born in 1907 before most people even dreamed of having anything to drive but a team of horses, which he did quite often.

           Grampa got tired and went home in 1989, and I bought the truck from my Gramma a few years later. It started to really suffer just from sitting around a lot. Martin Raker, a retired “Master Craftsman” in the auto body world lives over the hill from me, so I thought “Why not?”

           You can see Martin's handiwork for yourself. Beautiful job, Martin!

           It is my daily driver, about 20 some miles a day, and now it has about 280,000 on it.

           Oh yes, it now has a nice carpet, tach dash, spray on bed liner, and even an Old Air A/C system. Yep, even a radio, Grampa!

           About a year before we married, I taught my wife-to-be how to drive a “three on the tree.” Within about an hour, Mary was going through the gears like a seasoned veteran. You know, there’s something to be said for seeing a “hot” babe from Shamokin going down a country road in an old pickup. Kind of a turn on, if you know what I mean. We married eight years ago, and just had our fourth child … a boy finally. When he learns to drive, it’ll be on this old green “52” year old pickup. (Don’t worry girls, you can too.)

           The door sticker says it rolled off the assembly line in September of 1969, about one month before my wife was born. I like to tease her by asking her in public which will break down first!

           I told my cousin Mike from Texas about it being on Stovebolt and he said "At our wedding, we used the truck as our limo. You know, it still has that Grampa smell.” (Another picture from the wedding)

           Not only was Grampa a miner in the Anthracite coalfields here, he was also quite the farmer, and always had the pickup out in his weedless “truck patch.” He’d show up with this old green Chevy carrying bushels of sweet corn, baskets of home grown tomatoes, and boxes of potatoes. I wish I had a nickel for every load of anthracite coal he hauled.

           With the exception of the countless loads of flood debris we hauled out during Hurricane Agnes in 1972, this old truck always was carrying something good. Even when the back was empty, it was still showing up carrying something good, because Ario Morgan, my Grampa, was at the wheel.

           This is a special truck to our clan and we appreciate all that was done. Grampa's 100th birthday is this month! God blessed us all through him.

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