Thanks for pointing that out. The person in that photo is more likely Linda Vaughn. I believe that Patti Pennington is seen in the following photos. DAYTONA BEACH, FL - JULY 4, 1962: Fireball Roberts in victory lane after winning the Firecracker 250 NASCAR Cup race at Daytona International Speedway. (Photo by ISC Images & Archives via Getty Images) Above image is from the program for the 1962 Firecracker 250. Its caption identifies Patti Pennington of Ormond Beach, Florida. DAYTONA BEACH, FL - JULY 4, 1962: Fireball Roberts continued his dominance at Daytona after Speed Weeks by winning the Firecracker 250 summer classic. The following year the race was extended to 400 miles. (Photo by ISC Archives/CQ-Roll Call Group via Getty Images)
DAYTONA BEACH, FL - JULY 4, 1963: Fireball Roberts celebrates in victory lane after winning the Firecracker 400 at Daytona International Speedway. The win was Roberts’ third in the July race, having also won in 1959 and 1962. It would be his final victory at Daytona. (Photo by ISC Images & Archives via Getty Images)
@j hansen I hit the "like" button on your photos not so much because I like the subject matter of those tough times, but because I LIKE the fact that you posted a view of life in the '30s/'40s (and later) that a lot of people choose to ignore or deny. Some people have no clue what some folks had to endure! Thanks for posting!
My Grandfather had a small restaurant on Main St. during the depression and things were so bad at one point his large family lived in the restaurant. As always interesting images Hemidav, thanks.
Well I'll go hoppin' to hell. And,I live here! And dad worked there for a while after the War. Back to school for me then. Thanks so much. I knew about Holden's body building history(long and storied,like a lot of others that then got into auto.) and how eventually GM bought it and and to,in 1948,produce the first totally Aus. built car! Sadly,all gone now.
Hello, After we were gone from our Westside of Long Beach house, our parents started going on their own vacations together. Even though their cars were much better than when they took us on family road trips, 63 Riviera, 68 Riviera, they decided to fly everywhere. The Far East, New York, Seattle, and Hawaii were the longer flights. But their favorite vacations were the long stays in Las Vegas. From December 30 to after New Year’s Day. Actually, they hated the crowds, so they left a day early to get there and already had their reservations laid out for them by a friend in Los Angeles. So, they also booked a flight on January 2 to come back home. They could have driven like most of us have at one time or another. But they liked to fly. The Riviera Resort Hotel was their place. Their friend from Los Angeles had connections with the owners and managers there. It was nice as many complimentary passes to shows, other hotel dinner reservations all came from knowing his friend in Los Angeles. My wife always thought the L.A. connection was “mob” related. We all laughed, but when we went with our parents, we were given priority entances to dinner shows and center section clear view seating. Our dad was given directions by the "Maitre D" to walk up to the front of the long line at the door and we would be allowed early entrance. What??? One time, we went down to the front desk and was ready to pay for the three day stay at the Riviera. We had saved up enough money to be able to pay for this excursion. These vacations were not our thing, but it was a family gathering that our dad put together. But, the young lady behind the counter said the rooms were already paid for, so thank you for your stay. My wife and I had puzzled looks on our faces and had to ask, who paid for the rooms? It may have been our dad picking up the tab... yes! The young lady smiled and said that the whole tab for our family was taken care of by friends from Los Angeles. That is all she was allowed to give to us. Now, that left us thinking all morning and into day. Who, why and what were the connections? Jnaki The resort is gone, now. But the odd thing was, our dad always had this thing. He always reserved the rooms facing downtown and no higher than the 7th floor. My wife asked him why, when we could be on the penthouse level. “The local fire department ladders only goes to the 7th floor.” With that kind of thinking, no wonder he always won at blackjack. It must have been the Lucky 7, as he never lost at Blackjack. Thanks, dad…
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