“My grandpa, on gravel roads in Emporia and Hartford, Kansas.”

— Doug Baker, equipment operator, Lawrence

“My mother. God bless my mother for her patience. It was a ’58 Plymouth, standard on the column.”

— Marilyn Pitnick, nanny, Lawrence

“My dad taught me at the cemetery. My dad figured all the people there were dead already.”

— Carol Meggison, retired, Tecumseh

“My stepdad taught me how to drive. It started out in a parking lot. I was probably 12 or 13.”

— Brandon Thompson, unemployed, Topeka