Just found another great photo of my grandfather, his Jeep and me, circa, well, many moons ago. I’m sure there is another child and a dog huddled somewhere in the vehicle, and of course there was the photographer (my dad), but I like how this photo makes it look as if it’s just me and my granddad in the wilderness now referred to as northern San Diego county.
If you think this Jeep has a story to tell, you don’t know the half of it. Nicknamed Lil’ Sug’ after his daughter, my aunt, this rough and tumble vehicle spent its early years in France and Germany, driving through battlefields, bombed villages, and carrying high ranking military officials to help liberate German concentration camps. After World War II ended and my grandfather returned to the States, he was offered the chance to take his Jeep with him. He did, and for nearly 30 more years it ferried grandkids and family and friends on adventures in Southern California.
What an incredibly diverse group of passengers and destinations.