Vintage shots from days gone by!

Who would have thought Wonder Woman would be so into bondage?

 

Picture of a '55 Ford taken at a Sinclair gas station in Allentown, Pa.

 

great thread!

 

The Studebaker brothers.
No wonder their cars were so conservative.

 

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Pitts64, Thank you for the Pittsburgh history information. I know where all of those locations are or were. I grew up in Penn Hills and most of my family and my wife's family worked at the steel mills.

All I can say is that I am very, very proud of where I'm from. Pittsburghers are some of the hardest working people in the country. These pics bring back all my excitement.

I don't live there now. I only moved because of the weather. Being in construction my entire life it gets hard to work out there sometime. I miss so much about there. Everytime we go back we spend so much time in the strip and eat all the ethnic food. I don't have those kind of things here in NC.


Thanks again for the great pics and info.



BloodyKnuckles

 

vintage soda machines...

 

Nice early thirties Auburn with E & J headlights.Looks like a beater.

 

Hey, Zooma, was that a Mattel "Fanner 50" you were packin' there?
Popular gun at the time.



And, NO, parents letting their kids play with toy guns doesn't lead
to a violent mind-set and life style. If anything, toy guns are the first
step toward respecting guns and using them safely. Toy guns have
been frowned on now for at least 20 years, and youths who, mostly,
never had a toy gun but have no respect for human life -- nor even
self respect -- are in the news all the time for drive-bys, 7-11 robberies
and the like. The do-gooders will have to pry my Kilgore and my Red
Rider out of my cold, dead hands! LOL

 

Back in the 50's in the Detroit area Twin Pines dairy sponsored a kids show with Milky the clown.Along with Soupy Sales and other local hosts this was childrens programming in Detroit.Milky always taught good habits for kids.He always asked for the magic word before performing a trick.The magic word,Twin Pines,of course!

 

Really girls, a trophy would be more than enough...

 

Nice Erector set!

 

But SHE might just shoot he eye out!

 

Ever since I was a kid, I always thought the sight of a steel mill
or foundry at NIGHT was as awesome and enthralling as as any
grand display Mother Nature could conjure! THANKS for posting
this. I don't know where you'd go to SEE this anymore in the U.S.

 

Cool pic...But a glasstop range with the upper "pizza" oven...fairly recent pic.... Yea, I build stoves for a living...

 

This was taken as we were watching a parade in 1953...that's me on the right with my beer (I have no idea what that is ). The little girl is my sister and the kid on the far left was our neighbor, Larry.
The reason I'm posting this photo id the show the patch on Larry's Levis.
We kids, when we wore a hole on our jeans, would get one of these patches ironed onto the worn area of your pants. The patches had some glue on them that the iron would melt and glue the patch on your pants. I remember they were stiff for a few days.
We weren't, poor, just middle class, but we made every nickel count....all family's did back then.
Most hot rod guys are pretty thrifty, but the kids in the general population today would crap if they had to wear jeans with a big patch stuck on their pants.
We didn't think anything of it.
There was no peer pressure in the 50's. We were just kids, happy to be with our families and other kids. It really was that simple.
Even, up through my high school years (1965-68) I did not know ONE kid that had divorced parents...not ONE. I'm sure there were some at my high school, but I sure didn't know any....
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One of these days, I'm going to take the time to write about growing up in the 1950's and 1960's in the Los Angeles suburbs....going to drag strips like San Gabriel, Lions, Fontana and, later, Irwindale, or the jalopy races in Gardena and Ascot every weekend with my dad until I was 12, when he then would drop me off on my own with my cameras and a few dollars to troll the pits and take in the nitro fumes.
A time when nobody but gangsters got shot and everyone said "thank you", The "Indy 500" was won by guys who's names were Sam, Johnny or Al, not something like Helio, when the gas station guys wore uniforms and washed your windshield, when the cops would wave at you and your male school teachers wore suits and ties and milk was delivered to your door, and, and, and........I'm going to write it all down soon.
There are several of us who grew up in this area when I did, so my story is not unique.
But to grow up in a time and in a location right smack dab in the middle of all things hot rod related, was truly amazing.

 

Mazooma,
If you are going to write, write a book..
I want an autographed copy,
It will be a best seller,,

 

This is cool!

 

Mazooma,I too was from the same area (Lakewood) high school 1966-69.things really were that simple.You could walk your dog at night and not worry about shit!

 

I had those patches om my pants as a kid also
i looked on goggle maps you had route 66 going through your home town, i bet that was cool

 

Mazooma, I grew up in Detroit in that same era(H.S. 64-67) and remember the same things.

 

Sure did...Huntington Drive...
A friend and I got on Huntington Drive, "Route 66", in his steel Model T roadster with a big Olds motor with six carbs in June, 1967 and drove to St. Louis to visit his uncle. I was 16 and he was 21 (an old guy).
Simple times and simple fun

 

Add me to the list as well please.



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More tv's. I remember our first was a Zenith that weighed a half ton and had a remote control with a hammer-like mechanism that produced a chime to change the channel up, or down. Not a big help when we could only receive 3 stations...

 

There were a couple of threads that touched the "Good Ole Days"!

Although I didn't grow up in "Hot Rod" central our lives were simple and safe!

When my parents sold their house the Real Estate agent asked us for the "House keys" and they were stumped... that house was NEVER locked in thirty plus years!