Friday, May 17, 2013
La Reina from the rear
La Reina stands across the town square at the end of Main Street in Spanish Springs. Originally, it was The Villages sales office. Today, it houses a variety of businesses and restaurants. This is a view from the rear of La Reina by Lois Anne.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Brand new golf car...
It's nothing fancy, but if you decide to buy a home near the new hometown of Brownwood in The Villages, you will certainly need a golf car, and this one should fit the bill! Go to the Yamaha dealer on the main street in Brownwood.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Wednesday, April 24, 2013
Monday, April 22, 2013
Closing on your home in Brownwood
If you decide to purchase a new home in the new Brownwood area of The Villages, this is the place to close the deal: You can get your mortgage and a lawyer to make sure everything is done according to the law. And this office is located in the new hometown of Brownwood.
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Saturday, April 20, 2013
1957 Oldsmobile
In 1960, we bought a 1957 Olds which looked very much like this car, spotted at a car show at Spanish Springs. (I think this is a 1956 model). Our car, however, was a four-door hardtop which means there was no center post so when you put the windows down it was like driving in a convertible with a hardtop. It was also green and white instead of blue and white.
But the biggest thing was it had factory air-conditioning. At the time we lived in Phoenix, Arizona, so that was like a gift from heaven. Very few cars sold back then had factory air-conditioning. We had once owned a car with a small after-market a/c unit that was attached under the dash but it never worked very well.
I loved this car. It was all silvery and shiny and sleek and rimmed with steel. Then one day, on a job assignment driving through the desert (it was 120 degrees!) the heat generated under the hood blew the car's heater hose! Kaboom! Steam and rubbery parts exploded into the air to rain back down on the car.
I was 1/2 mile past a little gas station. It was the only gas station for 15 miles in either direction. Remember, it was 120 degrees Fahrenheit! To make a long story short, I walked back to the station and the owner towed in the car mumbling about idiots who thought they could drive 70 miles per hour in the desert running their air-conditioner. No car could do that, he grouched. Eventually, he jerry-rigged parts, fixed it up, and sent me on my way.
Unfortunately, the car never ran right after that. Very small pieces of heater hose had insinuated their way throughout the engine which caused the car to over-heat on a regular basis. Finally, and with great sadness, I sold the car.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
Thursday, April 11, 2013
Tuesday, April 9, 2013
Sunday, April 7, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
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