Orrrrr maybe . . .
By the way, we called the flat piece that she’s sitting on the “toter” because if someone rode on it, you were “toting” them! But when we moved north to Indiana I was told by the kids here (besides that I had a funny accent) that it was called the “carrier”. They had never heard of a “toter”. But, I still always thought of it as the toter.
From my first memories, I don’t remember any of my older siblings having bikes. I guess as teens maybe they were already “too old” for them by then. So, this was the first bike that had been around for a while, and it looks like it was a hit — at least with Mama and Daddy! (and at least for one afternoon when the weather got warmer!)
I do remember wanting to have a bike, for the times when the other kids in the neighborhood wanted to ride bikes together. But, I just don’t remember using it all that much. Maybe because I was never allowed to go very far from home, so I didn’t need it for transportation. All of my friends were within close walking distance.
It was baby blue and white and it really was a pretty bike.