old family car pics

lets see the family cars from way back here are a few i just found of my grandparents

 

Here is my Dad's Figure Eight car from Englewood Speedway, my dad's '53 3/4 ton F-250(anyone in Vegas ever see this truck?) and my Unk's REALLY bitchin' Kustom '47-

 

My Dad was a body man, and would always buy late model wrecks to fix up and drive, simply because he couldn't afford to buy a new car, and because he could fix them. Here is a 53 Pontiac that was rolled. I barely remember this car, and my mother just recently found these pics and sent them to me.

 

my grandmother in the early 30's

 

Here's where your old rides came from, boys & girls................

 

Here's grandma and a 58 impala? I need to get some pics of grandpa's brand new 40 ford deluxe in the snow!

 

Cool pics everyone.

 

here's some of my family. The one with my grandfather and the piston was from 1960 when he was working on an experimental submarine project. The military one is from him in Germany in WWII. He landed on the beach on DDay

 

My Grandma

 

29th Division eh...cool.
Tim
MBL

 

Great photos guys! I really enjoyed them.

 

I'm ashamed to say that I can't remember which division. He landed on the Red Beach though. He earned a Bronze Star for Valor and a Purple Heart through the course of the war.

 

Cool Pics everyone!!

I have some but have trouble scanning them,then reducing them to an acceptable & viewable size.
Man, just love the cars

 

Uncle Jim's Jalopy, the folk's Falcon and dad's Ranchero. He grafted the front of a wagon to the back of a Ranchero that had been smashed in the front. Came out nice.

 

Here's a picture that dad took of us on a weekend trip in the early 60's with our 59 Rambler station wagon. Mom and me are setting on the hood and little brother in the foreground. And just came across this picture of grandpa (mom's dad) with his Model T Ford. And me with my first ride.

 

Here's a pic of my brother Bob's 57, taken at Midstate Dragway in Havana Ill. about 1970. This is the car that got me hooked on old cars. He still has this 57 today, and it hasn't really changed much since then. It's just a little quicker now, (low 8's in the 1/8).

 

These are great pictures and they make me wistful for a better time long gone by. I know life surely wasn't all peaches and cream in decades past, but it was indeed simpler. We had 5 channels on TV, one phone number to remember,and your address meant where you lived and your mail was delivered there as actual mail, not intangible electronic signals. We had fewer gizmos and more good friends.

Life seems to be so complicated now and often times intrusive. I remember being a kid and having no video games, no computer, no cable TV and somehow we not only survived, we trived. We talked to each other in person, we rode our bikes everywhere we needed to go, going to get fast food was a treat and if it happened more than 3 times a year you were ecstatic. We were skinny, healthy, adventurous, and mostly, we were happy.

Some of this feeling is at the root of why I love old cars. I can sit in my '50 Packard and imagine what happened in that car. Dad on his way home from work and hearing that the Russians had the A-bomb. Mom listening to the latest Patty Page record. Son picking up his date for the dance and promising to have her home by 11:00 PM, hoping to be lucky enough to get a kiss, maybe more in that big back seat. You didn't worry about drive-by shootings, home invasions, soaring medical expenses, terrorism, fuel shortages, foul mouthed obnoxious music form the car next you at the light. You knew that if you got out of line some teacher, crossing guard or any adult on your block would step up to correct you and take you home to tell your folks what you'd done. All the neighbors knew you by name and you knew them as well. Kids addressed their elders as Mr and Mrs. Johnson, not Bob and Peggy and they were respectful, not beligerant.

People dressed up for church, going downtown to see a movie, or to go the market. Sweat pants were for sweating in, at the gym, not going out in pulic in. Men tipped their hats to ladies. Ladies acted like ladies and dressed appropriately. Cars had fins or runnning boards, style, and of course CHROME.

A man could earn a decent living and support his family with one income and be proud of the work he did, knowing that as long as he did the job, he had the job. Words like outsourcing, downsizing, and wardrobe malfunction didn't exist.

Aw, hell - you know what I'm getting at. Sorry for the ranting off topic, but that's just the way I feel. For that I make no apologies...

 

Not cars I know, we couldnt find any of the cars, but here is my Grandfather on his Indain and my grandmother on her Harley, both taken in the early 40s in Baldwin Long Island and the updated one of my grandmother on my bike.

 

Damn,,i wish i had a scanner for this post...

Awesome pics....I love that 58 Impala rag top and that lil roadster is killer...

 

My Grandfather was a chauffeur all his life, got paid to drive this Regal Underslung in 1912.

 

Hey there's no reason to be sorry. You're not the only one that feels that way. Those are some of the reasons that I drive a 59 Chevy every day, and still have a dial telephone.

 

I've got a few....not sure exactly who the people are in the pictures, but these are from my grandparents collection, and I know I'm somehow related to them...

 

And hey, wanna see something REALLY cool? This car belonged to a high school friend of my grandfathers. I have no info on the car or any names, don't even remember where the car was. But here's some pictures of it anyway...

Filled and peaked hood, teardrop skirts, flipper caps and wide whites.







Check out the leopard print interior

 

Here's three old family pics with cars in them. I literally have hundreds. (evidently grandpa loved his camera)
Grandma and two uncles of mine.

Grandma at 15 with her dad and her son.

Grandpa did a little drinkin' and drivin'

 

I love this post.

Gran on the harley is the most beautiful photo.

Here'es my mum and dad with their 58' Holden. Just like the one I owned.

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Cheers

M

 

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wow.........
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..............sleeepy now.....must rest........

 

Dad bought his first car in 1932, a used 1928 Chrysler roadster, in 1937 he bought a new Harley 45. I'm restoring a twin to it, and hope to take a photo when it's finished in the same spot, the fence is still there.

 

Dad's highschool sweetheart

 

We wouldn't think of doing this now...ack - saltwater!

 

I do the newletter for our local club and am always begging people for old pictures to put in it. Here are some I've gotten.