#656 1950 MGTD
This story begins in 1950 in Morristown, New Jersey where my family was then living, I was 2 years old and the last of 4 kids who were overwhelming our Ford sedan on family trips. So my mother put her foot down and told my father he needed to go buy a station wagon to accommodate this growing and unruly crowd, and on a fateful Saturday morning he set out dutifully to do so at the local Ford dealer.
But he did not return for hours- my mother grew increasingly worried and then irate at being stuck at home with 4 kids and no car. Then finally, my father reappears, looking very guilty but very excited, as he drove up the driveway driving this very same MG TD. He apologized profusely and begged forgiveness, and said the MG dealer was right next to the Ford dealer and he couldn’t resist, it was automotive love at first sight. My mother was furious, but slowly relented and finally said he could keep it as long as he turned right around and got the station wagon without delay!
The rest is history-my father loved this car, he took magnificent care of it, we all considered it to be the 5th child in the family, and he drove it every day for the next 20 years on his commute to work, driving back country roads from our later home in rural New Jersey to the local train station which had a nearby garage from which he took the train and subway to midtown New York City where he ran a large advertising agency on Madison Avenue. Years later, neighbors along his driving route recounted how they could always set their watches by the sound of the MG purring happily by at the exact same time each day.
It has been in our family it’s entire life.
This story begins in 1950 in Morristown, New Jersey where my family was then living, I was 2 years old and the last of 4 kids who were overwhelming our Ford sedan on family trips. So my mother put her foot down and told my father he needed to go buy a station wagon to accommodate this growing and unruly crowd, and on a fateful Saturday morning he set out dutifully to do so at the local Ford dealer.
But he did not return for hours- my mother grew increasingly worried and then irate at being stuck at home with 4 kids and no car. Then finally, my father reappears, looking very guilty but very excited, as he drove up the driveway driving this very same MG TD. He apologized profusely and begged forgiveness, and said the MG dealer was right next to the Ford dealer and he couldn’t resist, it was automotive love at first sight. My mother was furious, but slowly relented and finally said he could keep it as long as he turned right around and got the station wagon without delay!
The rest is history-my father loved this car, he took magnificent care of it, we all considered it to be the 5th child in the family, and he drove it every day for the next 20 years on his commute to work, driving back country roads from our later home in rural New Jersey to the local train station which had a nearby garage from which he took the train and subway to midtown New York City where he ran a large advertising agency on Madison Avenue. Years later, neighbors along his driving route recounted how they could always set their watches by the sound of the MG purring happily by at the exact same time each day.
It has been in our family it’s entire life.
This story begins in 1950 in Morristown, New Jersey where my family was then living, I was 2 years old and the last of 4 kids who were overwhelming our Ford sedan on family trips. So my mother put her foot down and told my father he needed to go buy a station wagon to accommodate this growing and unruly crowd, and on a fateful Saturday morning he set out dutifully to do so at the local Ford dealer.
But he did not return for hours- my mother grew increasingly worried and then irate at being stuck at home with 4 kids and no car. Then finally, my father reappears, looking very guilty but very excited, as he drove up the driveway driving this very same MG TD. He apologized profusely and begged forgiveness, and said the MG dealer was right next to the Ford dealer and he couldn’t resist, it was automotive love at first sight. My mother was furious, but slowly relented and finally said he could keep it as long as he turned right around and got the station wagon without delay!
The rest is history-my father loved this car, he took magnificent care of it, we all considered it to be the 5th child in the family, and he drove it every day for the next 20 years on his commute to work, driving back country roads from our later home in rural New Jersey to the local train station which had a nearby garage from which he took the train and subway to midtown New York City where he ran a large advertising agency on Madison Avenue. Years later, neighbors along his driving route recounted how they could always set their watches by the sound of the MG purring happily by at the exact same time each day.
It has been in our family it’s entire life.