Vintage autos and their owners from times gone by


What’s in his hand?


I wish this fantastic photo from the 50s had just a bit more detail because it kills me not to know exactly what’s in this young man’s right hand. Knowing, would complete this untold story for sure.

Say he was holding a bottle of scotch — then we could justifiably guess that this hood had skipped school to go down to the lake and get himself trashed. Now picture him holding a bottle of hair tonic and you could easily see how the story could be completely different.

Well, I don’t think he’s holding a bottle of scotch… or hair tonic. I think what he has there is a bottle of Amway LOC (Liquid Organic Cleaning Concentrate) and he uses this stuff exclusively on his socks.

One of my favorite cars from the side (not fond of the grille that year — it’s a personal thing) the Oldsmobile 88 for 1956.



Your name is Eddie Sisteohen and you crash weddings. Somehow you were able to get yourself photographed and remembered by the mother of the bride. You lived in a photo memory keepsake for years and years and years until, one day, Dolly and Bill looked through it and together couldn’t figure out who you were. You ended up in a flea market, in a box of other photos left to fade away. Then on eBay you surfaced once more. Now you’re on my blog some 66+ years from the day of this wedding. Bravo Eddie. Nicely played.

Eddie’s “time machine” is a Ford Sedan, 1949 or 1950.

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.

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