The neighbor's next door to my childhood home were in their 70's when I was a young teenager and had a beautiful 1949 Buick in the garage. They only drove it to Church and maybe doctor appointments. It only had a few thousand miles on it. I came home on furlough in the early 80's and noticed that the garage was gone. My Dad said they passed on, kids sold the car, torn down the garage, and sold the house. They had a pear and plum tree and would let us kids climb the trees and harvest the fruit every year. I had a hell of a good time growing up.