The only car I remember travelling in as a kid was the same as Tizzy, my Uncle's Holden EH Station Wagon.
Poo brown, no blinds.
I remember it because, one time, when we were driving to the Farm, a huge storm dropped, lighting hit a power line, line severed and came down across the road, Uncle braked ... HARD.
Thus, unbuckled in the back seat David48 was propelled forward into the back of the front bench seat ... so hard I apparently I bent it.
As a family, growing up, we were (for western standards) dirt poor, but we got by.
No complaints, we got by.