Father’s Day Motor Muster

Father’s Day morning was awful. Rainy, cold, gray. But we were undeterred by the bad weather, and tucked ourselves into our rain gear and continued on with our plan for the day!

Greenfield Village was having its annual “Motor Muster”, where people from all over drive their classic cars to the village and show them off. I have to admit, I am not super into cars. But Billy is, and it was Father’s Day, so there we were. He’s a good guy and a great father so whatever he wanted, it was his day. There was one thing I did want to do though, and that was ride the train. A month ago my stepfather passed away, and he was a huge train enthusiast, and I wanted us to take a ride on the steam train around the village, in memory of him on Father’s Day. So we made that our first stop – it was a good way to stay out of the rain too. It was actually pretty atmospheric in the rain, with the thick steam wrapping around the sides of the train. Wyatt loved it, and Jerry would have too.

 

When our ride ended, the rain pretty much had too, luckily. We wandered about looking at the cars, and I found that I was actually really interested this time. Lol. Call it my summer of retro, I guess! We saw some really cool vehicles though, and we had the village pretty much to ourselves for a while, due to the morning’s rain.

 

Those wood paneled cars are really cool looking! Billy loved all the International Harvesters, which I guess are very rare. There were three at the Motor Muster, one of which was a wagon type version, which Billy had never seen and was super excited about. I was more of a fan of the Vernor’s truck, so classic Michigan! I also liked this one:

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We were excited to see the Tin Can Tourists had a few people there too!

 

After we had walked around and checked out all the cars, we checked out the rest of the sights! This year the village had added in vintage era music shows, food stalls, and living history type exhibits, if you could call them that. I thought these ladies looked amazing and so very retro cool, working on their Victory Garden.

 

And yes, as any good Hawaiian blooded man does, my husband ate the grilled spam sandwich. Which he said was excellent!

All in all, it was a great way to spend the day and we had a fun with this blast from the past! And hey, since you are here, check out my giveaway!

4 thoughts on “Father’s Day Motor Muster

  1. Sorry to hear of your stepfather’s passing. Good thoughts and prayers sent your way.
    I read this post with interest as I do most of your “playing tourist in your own backyard” stories. And how big Wyatt has grown– I remember the day you announced his birth, wow!
    I went to a vintage car museum with my son a few times over the years and was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. And as you say, when it’s Father’s Day the father gets to pick 🙂

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    1. Thanks Rita. Today actually would have been his birthday – we had cake in memory last night.

      I am glad you enjoyed it! And yes, my little tiny peanut boy is getting bigger! It seems so long ago yet like yesterday that he was born. 🙂 What do they say, the days are long but the years are fast?

      It really was more interesting than I had thought. Lol. As long as he had fun I was happy, but that did make it a little bit better that I liked it too. Lol.

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  3. I would have loved this day! Ha ha. It’s great you did an activity to honor your stepfather. I had a babysitter who used to make fried Spam sandwiches. I loved them. I wish they made tofu spam because I’d make some. 😃

    The victory garden ladies are my favorite. 👍✨

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