The Adventures of Edna Le Jeep

Once upon a time, in the autumn of 1963, it is believed, there was a birth. It wasn't painful or traumatic, but it was unusual, because it occurred in a factory in the Midwest, probably Ohio, or maybe it was in Detroit, Michigan. It went more or less unnoticed by those in attendance. Their ears were not open to sounds other than those of the machines and tools that surrounded them; they could not have been expected to perceive the stirrings of a soul rousing itself within the machine they were building. In fact, for many years, most people would be oblivious to "the ghost in the machine" that was Edna. She was unremarkable, for the most part, a Jeep Wagoneer station wagon. White, blue stripes down her sides, power window in her tailgate (Woo-hoo!), a Tornado 230 in-line six powerplant that might have seemed a little like overkill, when it comes to torque, for a family car, but that could be chalked up to her military heritage. She also was a 4X4, something else you didn't necessarily find on Mom's Taxi in the early '60's. But Edna would no doubt be any family's best friend when it came to camping out.
Sometime, early on, somebody added a front-end towkit. Perhaps her first owners, perhaps she was ordered from the factory with it. Edna never even mentioned it was there. And I have yet to uncover much in the way of details regarding her adventures before the mid-90's when she came into my possession in Payson, Arizona. She seems to prefer to comment on the present rather than reminisce about the past. Maybe the past hasn't been very pleasant. Or maybe it's just unremarkable.
In any case, when Edna's existance and mine collided in Payson, I was homeless, living in a small camp trailer, and desperately needed a way to move the trailer from one place to another in order to avoid Forestry, while I waited for a spot to open up in one of the trailer parks in town. I had a Significant Other and 2 kids with me. The kids were fine, the S.O. was a jackass, I was finding out, and eventually, he ceased to be a part of our lives. Then, it was me, the kids, Edna and the woods. The catch, back then, was Edna didn't like me much. She preferred the company of the S.O., because he was mechanically inclined. When he left, Edna promptly fried her points and we were stuck on the Rim, literally above Strawberry. And so, the adventures began in earnest.
Tales to be continued....