1952-59 Ford When our Fords were young.

Factory fender skirts look fine on a ‘55 and ‘56. Ones on the 57-59 don’t look right. The wheel wells look fine without any.

 

Wisconsin State Fairgrounds, 1956

 

Love that 55 Crown Vic conversion!. Any idea of the date?

 

A photo of Bosse Ericsson’s custom Crown Victoria pickup taken in the early 1960s. The photo was taken in Åland, during a junkyard trip. A Model T coupe body is loaded up on the bed of the car. In 1986 the Crown Victoria was owned by Christian Forslin in Stockholm. Photo courtesy of Wheels Magazine.

https://kustomrama.com/wiki/Bosse_Ericsson

 

Seeing the rear photo I don’t believe is a CV conversion. I think it’s a Ranch Wagon with the tiara top and sides and the rear p***enger section converted. The rear “appears” to have a fold down wagon tail gate.

 

Remember ?

 

Jeff, no I don't! Must have been mixed in with the ads for Sea Monkeys and X-Ray gl***es somewhere..... Mark

 

Kind of a beat up T-Bird to be in a parade....missing left headlight door and dents all over the grille moulding!

 

Oh how we can wish!

 

Not just our Fords... Boy is 64 this year, sis a young 59. Dad left us in 2013... Pics taken many, many years ago in Israel.

 

Wow, what a great thread. I love how people actually cared how they dressed up for photos. Not just their Sunday best, but their day to day lives. Even on holidays. Some great memories and a snapshot of how it was back then. Cheers

 

Is that Dana Carvey on the left fender?

 

Maybe. I wonder what the guy behind the grille is planning to do when the engine comes down.

 

Yeah, he's in real trouble when the guy holding up the engine with one hand gets tired.

 

1958 Mammoth Mountain Village vacation
Hello,

On our last family road trip in 1958, my brother and I saw plenty of cool cars. It was close to the Fall season and we saw some old cars as well as a sneaker new model. This 1959 Ford Station Wagon was at the same cabin area in the Mammoth Mountain Lodges. My brother took a movie of me coming out of the restaurant, swatting gnats away from my face. (gnats are bad for being pesky, but good for trout fishing…)
Little did we know that 1959 Ford Station Wagon was one of the first to hit the public roads in 1958. We thought it was strange at the time, but p***ed up on eagle-eying the station wagon. But, films do not get "Photoshopped." It was in the same lot as the teenage action in 1958. As we all know, most factories/dealers start their fall displays in September. Due to school also starting in September, it had to be August for our last family vacation.


My parents were pretty cool for the two brothers, but they would not keep us out of school in September for any reason. Some dealer just got the jump on all of the others. Or, the owner of a Ford dealership took the first 1959 model out on an extended vacation prior to the big, grand opening Fall display of the new 1959 models.

Jnaki

The family vacations came to a stop after this last one. It was due to the teenagers getting to large to sit in the back of any family sedan, as there was already a cool 1958 Impala in the garage. Also, my parents knew that one day, our family vacations with the cute little brothers and then growing in to teenagers was just a fact of life. Time marches on and no one can stop progress.
No tent camping on this last vacation. Our mom was not going to enjoy the mountains without a nice cabin and the facilities. Ha! She was remembering the last look at the whole family vacation spectrum from the time we were little kids in a family tent. Mom on the porch… memories abound...

We never stopped at the cabins or camped in the years that followed as 20 somethings. Despite driving with my wife, (years later,) through the Mammoth Mountain area on Highway 395 from our road trips north to the SF Bay Area for vacations and photo opportunities. We were 20 somethings cruising through in various cars or staying in a funky, motel in Mono Lake, just north.

But, 20+ years later, we thought it would be nice to go tent camping up there with our son. Same lakes, same campsites, tons of trout for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Age two, three, and four at the Mammoth Mountain Lakes camping areas... Gone... but not forgotten.

 

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