There's a long family story about it.
My mother was an ABD in English, taught school for many years, ended up running every club she ever joined, and was just a reasonably bright and together person.
I just say this in advance, in case anyone gets the wrong idea from this story.
Now, I was the baby in the car, so I am recounting family history, rather than my own memories — but I do remember the car door.
One day my mother was about to drive off with all five kids, and her buddy Winnie was there,
They were discussing guns (circa 1952).
Winnie was scolding my mother for having guns in the house when she had small children underfoot.
My mother said there wasn't much point in having guns where you couldn't get them, and in fact she had one in the glove compartment.
Knowing her, she was probably trying to convince Winnie to carry one too.
She explained she had to drive through a lot of places that she didn't feel safe about, and the gun made her feel better.
(Oh, and I should mention my mother was about 4'11, and very blonde, and wore her hair up in a bun like a librarian. About as tough looking as your basic kitten. Very deceptive, appearances are.)
Anyway, Winnie started going ballistic about this, and pointed out that any one of us kids could pull out that gun and start teething on it or something, and end up shooting someone.
And she wasn't letting up.
So my mother gets the gun and shows it to her to demonstrate how harmless it was.
"See," she says, "This is the safety catch."
"When you have it on, even if you pull the trigger like this, nothing happens."
"And if you have it off and pull the trigger…"
And she shot the side of the car.
With us in it.
No one was hurt, but there was a bullet hole in the metal part of the door which added to its charm.
This is as close to olive as I can get it.
The bullet hole was on the passenger side anyway, so you can just think of it as being there in this picture, on the far side of the car.