Vintage autos and their owners from times gone by


I’d rather fight than switch

41 chevy

Here is a proud mother with her two kids standing by the family’s car. She loved her kids, but more likely, her 1941 Chevy Special Deluxe. Why? Because she stood outside her car to have that smoke. Can’t risk a hole in the mohair now can we?

I’m betting that dad took the photo on a family vacation. This particular year, they didn’t go to Mammouth Cave or Rock City, like years past. No. Dad wanted to surprise them with their first-ever Durden Family Arborvitae Tour, c. 1942. After 1,100 miles and just as many stops to see all sorts of shrubs, it was also not surprisingly the last Durden Family Arborvitae Tour.

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Hollywood candid!

1936 packard

In all of my flea market searches for photos, I’d always hoped to find a classic gem like this one. Oh, the photo isn’t that great (should have turned the camera sideways, to start with) it’s who’s pictured within it that makes this one so special. The moment I picked it up, I knew what I had. Young Hollywood royalty out for an afternoon swim, standing next to their 1936 Packard!

Starting in the front row we have Jane. And in the back row, Tarzan himself. (not pictured: Boy and Cheetah)

“Gladys, Novella. My cousins”

1933 studebaker

We just don’t see too many cars like this on Attic Autos. And if that pine tree were any bigger, we still wouldn’t have! But luck (and tree size) is on our side and Gladys and Novella took full advantage of the nice weather to pose by this beautiful old automobile.

The license plate reads “Oklahoma” so we know where the car is from, but the surroundings we find it in could take us almost anywhere in the plain states.

The year was 1933, and of the three subjects pictured here, most likely the only one still moving is the 1933 Studebaker. 

F.Y.I. Gladys and Novella aren’t “my” cousins, it’s just scribbled on the border, by some other cousin.

This is not your father’s Oldsmobile… then again….

1946 oldsmobile

Aren’t these two the epitome of 50’s cruising? I say 50’s because that is the decade most often associated with cruising – it could have been the 40s or even the 60s – there’s just no way of knowing.

The car itself is from the 40s. And had it not been for the very identifiable name on the steering wheel, we’d probably never know for certain that these two good-timers were out horsing around that day in a 1946 Oldsmobile.

Doesn’t fit the mold

mercury 52

This photo caught my eye for a host of reasons but the biggest one was this guy here, not exactly your typical lumberjack stereotype climbing into a Mercury at what appears to be a sawmill operation. I’ll repeat that. A Mercury at a sawmill. What??

My guess is that he doesn’t work there. That he was on his way to the big city when a porcupine jumped out in front of him forcing a sharp and sudden left down Rte. 36 and ended up six miles outside of Nowheresville.

Scared, confused, and running low on gas, he dove into a sawmill to ask for directions. The owner of the sawmill wished him luck as he directed him back to Hwy 36 then snapped this photo before he pulled out.

That….. or…..  maybe this: His wife took this photo because she is fond of logs and thought this picture would look nice on the mantle.

You decide.


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