On that bright spring morning we came around the curve in the road, I heard a strange sound. What ever it was, the sound was nothing I had heard before. When our horse 'daisy' started to buck. Tom got the carriage off to the side of the road just in time as a 1923 Ford Depot Hack zoomed by. Dust and smoke spread across the road. The driver waved and disappeared around the bend. I could see by the look in Tom's eyes that this was something he had seen before. The wood siding on the car was polished up and it had a seat in the back. After it went by, Tom pulled on the reins and cracked the whip. Daisy trotted up the road. I had to hold on to my hat to keep it from blowing off. He seem to be in more of a hurry today then before. After the dust cleared we continues towards town with on stop at the Adkins Farm to check on little Betty who was born just three weeks before.