This was either photographed in Texas (license plate) or this young Texas native and his parents went on a trip somewhere in their 1951 Oldsmobile 98 and felt a pose was in order. It could even be possible that this car isn’t his or his parents at all, just a backdrop for a kid in his knickers who has a fondness for sign posts. It’s all a mystery isn’t it. I liked this picture because of the car, obviously, but also for the Chevrolet billboard pictured across the street. Cars were king back then. Good times.
Oh, you might think by the way they are dressed, and posed, that these folks were the down to earth, rural farming type but you couldn’t be more incorrect. Remove the apron, the ACE bandage style stockings and those football cleats and Roberta Carburry will transform herself into a rum-running, pie-baking party animal. To her left is not her husband, that’s Stewart, her cousin. “Stew” plays both the washboard, and the saw, in the local metal band, Hell’s Fetus. They might have pulled off this “rural farmer” masquerade had it not been for the 1948 Packard Custom Eight Series 22 Club Coupe in their backyard. It blew their entire act.
I’m thinking this is a shot of Gerty and Ferd Fowler* with their grandkids, all about to leave Mom & Dad to give them a break for a couple of summer weeks. Why am I guessing that they’re leaving? Look at how happy everyone is. Do you think they’d look like that returning home AFTER a couple weeks with the grandkids? Oh, the car! Right! The car is a fairly rare 1957 Buick Century Riviera Sedan.
*Written on the back of this photo are the names “Philip, Brian, Nana & Grandpa McCarthy, July 1958”. The names, Gerty and Ferd Fowler, were used to protect the innocent.
They say, everyone in the world has a twin. And Ruth Rovedatti’s (I made that up) “twin” just happens to be a 1949 Studebaker Champion. Say what you will, but you can’t deny the similarities in their smiles, even their poses – right foot kicked out, right tire kicked out. Uncanny. And although we can’t see the interior of the Studebaker, I’ll bet it has fine, custom-fit, stretchy seat covers. Why? Look at her sweater! Take the bet! Take the bet!
Not sure about you, but I’d rather be around people who like to enjoy themselves than just about anything else. These two ladies look to me to be doing just that. I’m guessing you could not have walked up to them then and not soon found yourself smiling. Throw in a 1951 Mercury Eight Convertible and a vacation to a cabin in the woods and I would have sworn I had died and gone to heaven.