My grandfather passed away in 1991.  I was eleven years old at the time.  As I write this in
November of 2014, it is safe to say I still miss him.  This was his truck.  He took me for a
couple rides in it and I haven't forgotten what it felt like to be in that old rig.  After he died,
the truck sat in the field behind MawMaw's house.  I had always told her I wanted to do
something with it, but I was still a kid who could barely manage to keep his Thunderbird
running.
1946 Chevrolet Truck
In June of 2013, Cody and I dug the truck up and pulled it out of the spot it had been for 22
years.  
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In December of 2012 we went to MawMaw's house for Christmas.  I took some time to
myself and walked out back and photographed these pictures.  
Julu 2013 saw the truck leave MawMaw's lot for the first time in 23 years.  The day we
took it to Cody's shop, we began the disassembly.