Memories of Macks

Another of my childhood memories of the early 1960's concerns a day when I ended up in the hayloft of our barn. The front doors to the hayloft were open letting in the smells and sounds of a summer day. Our old barn sat facing Route 96 that ran between Ithaca and by our home near Trumansburg. As I lay on my bed of hay I was drawn to attention by the BLAT, BLAT, BLAT roar of a truck as it downshifted for the approaching hill. I looked out the doors to see a Mack similar to the style in the picture. It was an Armour Meats truck painted in Armours' colors of black and silver. The sound I heard was the engine adding brake power and that engine through twin exhaust. I loved for the look of that truck, and knew even at 10 that I would love trucks forever. So this post is dedicated to that day and to Macks.