“Fly, fly away. That’s what I felt we were doing when Papa and I went on our afternoon adventures. I loved our car! On those afternoon drives, Papa was all mine, and he could dote on just me!”

On some Friday afternoons, Ruth Siegler and her father made the 30-minute drive to her aunt and uncle’s house to deliver meat for Shabbat dinner. Other days, they picked up Ruth’s cousin, Helga, and brought her home to play.

“The car that took us on adventures also brought us home to even more fun. We ran through cherry orchards, waded in our brook, and chased farm animals.

“Life was good.”