Hi Squab The car had one of 2 318 cid Offys built special for the car, the fellow on the left is the engine guy talking to Dick One of the engines was lost over time and they were able to buy the other one I think but not sure So when the car was restored it was with a flathead, and maybe the Offy now? DND
Not a car loving family except for me but I'm the "Crazy Uncle" in the family anyway hard to find car photos. Mom (RIP), the little girl, and family in 1925. No idea what the car is. Sorry not a car photo but it has One horse power LOL Mom and uncle Jim on the farm 1926 Me the "Crazy Uncle" just out of the USMC in 1971 with my younger brother and the new to me 1969 Torino super cobrajet. Dig those long sideburns LOL.
My grandfather in the middle with my great grandfather doing the Capt. Morgan pose. I'm guessing, the early 20's, somewhere in Kansas . Grandpa was born in 1900. I have plenty more.
Me, sitting on Dads lap, 1948, Grandmother and friends of my Dad by wicarnut posted Jan 20, 2014 at 5:27 PM . Like alot of gearheads, was born into car hobby/passion, my mother liked to tell the story of how Dad did not have a car, just an old Harley before I was born and he borrowed a car to take her to hospital for my birth, So..... I never had a chance, in my DNA. My adventure of life w/cars is documented in my album's, Enjoy the HAMB and the stories of fellow "Car Crazies"
Hello, Family, still photos of us as teenagers is/was a rare commodity at our house. It was lucky that there were some movies. Actually, since I borrowed the movie camera to take those drag racing photos, I allowed my dad to take family stuff on our last family vacation as teenagers. After that trip in 1959, there aren’t any teenage photos anywhere. Not even those HS graduation photos that are supposed to be in everyone’s photo albums. College photos? Forget it as it was the 60’s in California. Also, it might be that my dad’s still camera was a 4x5 Crown Graflex. (outstanding, large, clear, negatives when he did take photos) That huge thing was not conducive to lugging it around taking family photos at will, anywhere. Plus, taking photos with that big lug was a process. Slide the film in, pull out the light blocker, bellows focus, rangefinder only, check lighting, shoot. Then pull out the paper negative cartridge and slide in another one,etc. My parents did not start taking family still photographs until the first generation 35mm point and shoot cameras came out many years later. They never liked the Kodak Brownies or my 1964 35 mm Pentax film cameras for some reason. Jnaki But, here are some family movies from 1958, 59, 61 from our collection. At least there is some movement to relive later. 1958 Chevy Impala at the final Long Beach house, we teenagers are off to a wedding… 1959 The last family vacation with gangly teenagers at Mammoth Mountain/ Crowley Lake, CA fishing locale.
Family photos update: My Mom and friends out for a spin in the classic 52 Chevy with skirts…1959 Some skirts in a car with skirts…ha! After our Willys drag racing accident at Lions and on with next step in my brother’s recovery: Surfing with his new/old, VW van at Seal Beach Pier…It looks like his drag racing blood is still active as he leaves tire marks out of the parking lot…Actually, the tires are wet from being in high tide waters.
I bet guys felt like Hell when they would have their doors blown off by that fire-breathing Dodge that was so ugly. I loved those weird Mopars.
My daughters today on the first ride in new car....they wouldn't ride in it until I put seat belts in it.they didn't realize I could do it in 10 minutes
Here's my favorite series in my fathers car album. The evolution of his 55 Buick. He daily drove it, including northeast pa winters from 74 to 94. Purchased in 1974. Painted in 81. Junked in 94. Squashed in 2000. Final picture is my 55 Buick that will match my fathers exactly down to the Plymouth savoy hubcaps I grabbed before the yard squashed her. Sent from my iPhone using Tapatalk
This is a great thread. It is good to see how important family is in our automotive obsession. I'll try this too, this is my dad's Indian Scout and his friends Chief somewhere in the Texas Panhandle. I think they were working the wheat harvest, The letters on the scout fender say TOOTS, my dad's nick name. Sorry for the quality.
Here is another. That is me at about 8 '53 or so. Check the boots. Behind is the '41 Dodge that taught me how suicide doors got their name. The pickup is a '41 Ford that Granddad bought new. My dad later cut the Dodge up for scrap along with a '32 Plymouth roadster and lots of old farm equipment. Mt uncle made a trailer out of most of the pickup. Dad cut up the rest. Times were tough. .
Here is my dad on the left,Toots from above, and his friend JM Allred in 1932. The car is my granddad's Chrysler I think. There is a watermelon stealing story about these three and some other teenage Texans. They took melons from a slow moving truck on a grade, probably between Canyon and Amarillo. Water melon stealing seems to be a common thread in our family. It may have to do with not hanging watermelon thieves in Texas. These are the two guys that chaperoned me in '61 on the trip to TJ to get my '38 coupe upholstered.
Grandpa was a hot rodder and racer from way back. That's him on the left, and Grammy in the helmet in the pic with #21. He always told my dad "We used to buy up those old cars, bust out the headlights and the windows and go racing...if only I would have kept a few...they were nice cars before we got to them."
My Grandpa's shop/gas station in campbellsville KY circa 1962 Sent from my iPhone using The H.A.M.B. mobile app
My Grandpa's Plymouth after the war. Possibly his first new car? Sent from my iPhone using The H.A.M.B. mobile app
Here's the Chrysler again with my aunts Ema Jean and Norma Zell with Dad. Also Granny and Granddad's shadows. That's the house I grew up in, what little growing up I did.
One of my grandpa's contraptions. Not sure what the chassis is but the engine appears to be a flathead v8. If you look closely, there is a second transmission mounted backwards behind the other Sent from my iPhone using The H.A.M.B. mobile app
My dad ...with his car, picking up my mother for a high school football game in 1958....my grandmother was always hiding behind upstairs curtains snapping photographs of my mothers dates apparently...a bit odd I admit....but I'm glad she did now, especially my dad with his orange Merc
Two more of Granny and the '41 pickup. Aunt Ema too. As a child this old gal walked to Texas from Joplin, Missouri behind a wagon. Her dad was later a clown for Ringling Brothers and Barnum and Bailey Circus.
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