No special significance to this picture, except it is so typical of my time of growing up in the forties. I even tried to make one. Of course my lack of mechanical abilities then as now precluded me from having a really good one, but it didn't matter much. I'm glad I tried. Without knowing it, I was learning what I had some innate talent in or what I had better shy away from in the future; cart making fell into the latter category.

I wish I could give credit to the photographer of the cart or of the site I found it at, but I was remiss in writing it down. Sorry to the creators of the picture.