Our House
The president of American Laundry Machinery (a company in Norwood, Ohio) ran his Studebaker through the front door of our house in Indian Hill, a village outside of Cincinnati. Helen, who was seven months pregnant with Peter, was pretty sure the man was drunk. Mack had been sitting in the the chair near the door but five minutes earlier and would have been killed. Now, that would’ve altered our family some. Not a child, and there were three of us, woke up.
What happened? The photo looks like something that happened in a 50’s era sitcom….Eddie Haskell encouraged the Beaver to drive Dad’s car and this was the end result.
Comment by La Rad — April 8, 2006 @ 11:29 am
That is quite a story. And how did this president make restitution? Funny that a car comes through the house and everyone sleeps.
Comment by La Rad — April 8, 2006 @ 7:36 pm
I bet Peter woke up!
Comment by Jennifer — April 8, 2006 @ 10:21 pm
Who took the picture? And what happened to the driver? It seems incredible that except for the window, the car seems hardly damaged.
Comment by rakkity — April 9, 2006 @ 12:20 am
My mother doesn’t remember who took the photo, and Adam too noted how little damage there was to the car. Adam also spied why it was so easy for the car to make its entry – that dangling chain. If only my father had remembered to lock the door before he went to bed.
But what galled my mother was how much trouble they had getting the local police to respond in such a way as to provide the insurance company the details it needed to pay for the damage. Cowtowing to the president of this local company, as it were.
Comment by michael — April 9, 2006 @ 8:34 am