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A Short Story of Yoshida's Car Life in Japan
The following is my first trial of bringing into this column with my thought that the visitors might be interested in concerning my younger days life back in Japan. I hope the visitors don't mind my presenting the Japanese edition, though.
" Ｎｏ．６５６０:先日、スポーツカーを買った。色は真っ赤。しかもマニュアル車である。注文際…(日本経済新聞「春秋」２０１６．１０．２．)"(English translation:"The other day, I bought a sports car, pure red and manual shifting"(The Nippon Keizai Shimbun).
The below photos are the ones pasted with my blog to the article. The cars below are the I loved to use in my long life in Japan as a top businessperson in some 60-year.......
(P.S.) The car I used here in the Philippines for some years was US made "GM Shevrolet", until the time came to abandon it for a new life here with a Filipio family. By the way, my family(Filipinos under an unique contract) use Toyota. It has been a choice by a man whom I name "The Head of the family". Some day, I would like to blog about the unique contract we have been under with.
(Short history of Yoshida's car life with photos)
The top three are Japan-manufactured, with far the left, Toyota Crown, middle Nissan Cedric, and brand new Mitsubishi Debonair.
The second from top;Left is German commerdore(used), right is brand newly-full-model-changed Commerdore, which shortly, after in use, hit behind terribly by a truck so that I was obliged to shift another one, which, shown next.
The third form left is the front view of the Commarore and the right rear view. This most-loved and the longest-used one has dear memories!! It was in use for some 18-year shortly before authorized as "a classic-car". The angles photoed are exactly the same as I used to love!
The lowest left is US-manufactured Ford Taurus, which my company then was obliged to meet the demand of our customer, Mazda, for their promotion sales. This made me use a couple of cars. The middle is Nissan Golf, which I succeeded my cohabitant's daughter's after being married.
The car on the right in the far right is brand new CHEVROLET, which I began to use after a couple of years of moving to this country. One small episode about this one is that it happened that a young Filipino truck driver hit side rear terribly. The driver begged my mercy for being unable to compensate because of his family care. This happening drove me to determine no more driving as an old man with my license returned. I was the over 80-year old, too old to drive...
As for the car my Filipino family use is brand Japanese Toyota. Arnel whom name "The head of our family" is using the brand new Toyota, the name of which I am no more interested nor need of putting its photo here. Ha ha
Lastly, a short notice: The history of my car-life overlaps how I have lived as top business person back in Japan, so that I am now trying to write in an independent column with the title of "Yoshida's car life story". If ever interested, click the link, though of course in Japanese......
Thanks a lot for visiting this corner of an old man, blogging as he likes.....
(NOTE) Editor idea is that this column, when it comes the web volume comes to exceed the limit of 1000KB=1MB, it would be moved to a column for its installation, so that when the visitors click, the past records come out.
"My boyhood memories of the black and white photo in which my early-deceased Father in his classic car with an airplane-pirot-like-helmet-with-big-glasses on in what is now called 'Classic Open Car' with a smile and a hand raised as if he is so proud of!!!!
Let me go not "Back To The Future", but "Back to the Past", when I was a little boy before the a-bomb disaster! It dates back some a hundred years ago when my father was a owner taxi driver before I was born!
According to my mother, who lived 102 years, my father was the first person who ever got the driver's license in Hiroshima. When I was a little boy my mother used to tell me that our father was used to be an owner tax driver.
His main customer was used to be the Mayor, who turned him after the following Mayors, making my father work under three or four Mayors all together.
Some years before the atomic bomb disaster, the then Mayor advised him to close the taxi shop and become an employed Mayor's special driver as what is now called "public servant".
As the title of this article shows, my boyhood strong memory is the black and white old photo of my father's ”Brave figure" in a long-nosed-open-car". If the photo were ever kept now, it sure would have been a great treasure ever obtained!! I do not know whether or not that car belonged to him or somebody, though.
With such dear memory of my father's young age, I am now interested in trying to look for through the Google, what I call "Long-nosed-open-car", but in vain as of now only the ones shown below...., which I am afraid none of them gives me my childhood memory of my beloved Father's open car image....if only those were black-and-white ones making me recall, though...
(Note)This column is a sort of a manuscript for the Editor, "Behind the stage of the Editor's room", so to speak. A very busy Editor finds this the easiest way for new blogging for further blogging. Thank you, indeed!!!