Not sure what caught my eye first with this old photograph. Was it the 1946 Plymouth Club Coupe or tangent of the bare tree on top of this poor woman’s head. Probably the car.
Back in the day, people dressed quite a bit nicer in general than they do today, at least that’s been my observation as I sort through these old photos I’ve collected. Standing here is a man who could easily pass for a doctor today but back then, for all I know, he could have been just Uncle Norman on his way to church. And come to think of it, because his car is a Plymouth [1941 Plymouth 2-dr sedan] it’s more likely he was “Uncle” Norman and not a “Dr.” Norman.
Looks like someone just got to California by the power of their 1948 Packard Super Eight. And she’s awfully darn happy about it too. Oh, and next time, kindly get the entire car in frame — yes, she’s a pretty lady yes, but the car….. the car is gorgeous and worthy too!
Look at that “I-don’t-take-no-s***-from-anybody” stance. That “Hurry up with that camera, buster, or we’ll be late” look on her face. Her attitude: pure gangsta rappa, her ride: a 1957 Chevrolet Bel Air (V8). My kinda grandma. And if I’m not mistaken, the interior door panels and seats of this car came with a pattern option styled much like her dress! Go Gramma!
On a scale of 1 to 10 for photo content on this blog, I’ll give it a solid 9 with only one point off for not centering your subjects. Just a great shot. Young family posing with their new car — maybe even the day they brought it home, who knows. When you park it on the lawn, and put a kid on its hood –the world is undoubtedly your oyster. The car? I’m going with a 1955 Pontiac Chieftain. Nice!