Driving lessons

When I was in High school my mother thought it was time for me to learn to drive. My first lesson was in one of the trucks that my dad used at work. As time went on I got better. I think it was July 15th in 1938. My second lesson I drove up to Washburn College, July 18th I drove to church and then I got to drive to Scranton, Kansas to visit my dad's mother. I got my license when I was 14. It had limits on it. My mother was a better teacher than I was as when I taught my husband to drive he drove us into the ditch on his first lesson. My mother taught many women to drive over the years. I don't think there was anyone to teach people in those days. It is too bad I had to end my driving career at 85 by driving into a building and breaking my knee. The building was not hurt and is still doing well.