The streetcar we used was right down the middle of Minnesota Avenue in Kansas City, Kansas. My adoptive dad was born in 1898 and my adoptive mom was born in 1915. They never had a credit card or bought anything on credit, except for the last car my mom purchased when I was a teenager. All I remember about it was that it was a Nash, ugly yellow color and looked like a bathtub. But they thought it was wonderful because the driver’s seat reclined!
My mom died in 2003 and I brought her Frigidare refrigerator which was very, very, very old to my home. It’s in the garage now and still runs. They do not make them like that any more.