Vintage autos and their owners from times gone by


Half a pound of treacle….


You’re on vacation, you’ve ridden in the car for 1,100 miles, you’re tired, hungry, and need a restroom… and you’re sorry. Wait a minute, “sorry?” Sorry for what exactly? “Sorry for what I’m about to do to my husband, Roy. Now let me out of this trunk!” “Roy? LET ME OUT!!! Roy Beckett, YOU LET ME OUT THIS MINUTE!!”

Trunks were exceptionally large in the 50s. Large enough in this 1956 Ford Fairlane to carry all your luggage AND still have room for your wife!”

Half a pound of tuppenny rice
Half a pound of treacle
That’s the way the money goes
Pop goes the weasel



I’ve always been particularly fond of Nashes. Quirky, little, oddball cars that everyone either loved or hated. And it looks, here, as if Thetis Dreskin loved his 1953 Nash Rambler so much that he finally gathered up enough courage to ask it to prom, and it said “yes!” Aren’t they a cute couple?


chuck sanford

Besides this being a prime photographic example of a proud car owner w/car (1952 Pontiac Chieftain Catalina Deluxe), it also begs several questions. For instance, why is Chuck’s right foot up there on the bumper? I suppose it could be symbolic of a man-over-machine frame of mind, or, perhaps his sandal got caught on the license plate while scraping someone’s gum off?

Another question I can’t answer is, whomever penned Chuck’s name so beautifully on the photo’s reverse side, obviously had no eyesight problems, so why, then, does the date read June 19, 1956 when the photo’s print date was a full year earlier, 1955? This is Twilight Zone material here.

I’m thinking “Chuck” Sanford autographed this photo of himself and gave copies away to girlfriends for several years starting in 1955. Yeah, let’s go with that one.

Fashion slave


To be perfectly honest, I don’t know what make of car this is. And I’m not going to go to any effort to find out. I’m just going to study the photo and try to piece together some history from what I see. It’s all guesswork from this point forward.

His name is Floyd, but his friends called him “Flood.” Her name is Edith. “Flood” would often place Edie on the hood of his car and drive into town to shop for pants that weren’t so dang short on him. Although he shopped every week for years and years, he never found a pair of pants that fit. I think that’s why they called him “Flood.”

Edie was happy to just come along for the ride but spent much of her time, while in town, searching for a barber who could fix what was growing on Flood’s head (it’s what she’s staring at in the photo). Sadly, she, too, came away empty week after week.

Wax on. Wax off.

1946 ford

This is Leonard (well, it could have been), and Lenny gets the CLY (Car Lover of the Year) Award for coming home from work and immediately breaking out the Simoniz to take care of a large, greasy bird poop splat on his hood — all while wearing a dress shirt and tie — and while completely ignoring his son and the little birthday balloon in his hand. This, ladies and gentlemen, is a textbook car lover you’re looking at.

INTERESTING LITTLE UPDATE: The kid sadly never knew his father, but grew up to be a successful author and penned several books on the art of parenting. The dad got divorced. The mom got his shiny ’46 Ford.

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