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The Whipplesons

1940 chevy MD

Meet the Whippleson’s, Mel and Gert. They live in a small house 30 minutes outside of Green Bay, WI. Mel is in sales. He sells unsightly clothing, mostly women’s, to department stores in Wisconsin, Minnesota and Iowa. Gert, here, is wearing one of Mel’s favorite unsightly dress lines “The Domestic Camo.” Mel likes this particular unsightly dress line the most because it can camouflage his hands (he likes to touch Gert a lot). Look closely, Mel’s right hand just disappears  into Gert’s right hip. This makes both Mel, and Gert, very happy.

The Whippleson’s car is a 1940 Chevy Master Deluxe. Chevrolet’s last model year for running boards and also the last for using wood in the bodies of their cars! 1941 was their first all metal body. 

P.S. That’s not Gert’s hair all pointy on top. It’s just a bad tangent with a shrub in the background by the house.


Haven’t the faintest

I dunno

Sometimes it will happen. I won’t see it coming and it will sneak up from behind and slap me square in the back of the head. An old car photo with a car featured that I cannot identify. Here, though, is the best I can do: I believe I’ve narrowed it to a ’49 – ’52 Chrysler product (Dodge, Plymouth, Chrysler, Imperial, DeSoto) and I base this guess on the vehicle’s B-pillar. That strip of metal between the front and rear doors extends from the roof line all the way down separating those two doors. Other car companies had that strip there but quickly closed it by the time it met their front and back doors. But I still can’t really nail down the manufacturer with so little to go on and “a Chrysler product” is only a guess.

If you know the make of this car, drop me a line (comment) — I lose sleep over these sorts of details! And if you know who the people are that would help too!

Be sure to come back next week when my mind is operational again (we hope).

UPDATE! Thanks go out to Jerry Hammarlund and Mike Brady for setting me straight on this 1948 Kaiser. Now I can get some sleep!


47 olds cust cruis my mom 1949

I love it when I can find a good photo for my collection. With thousands of old, flea market pictures to sift through at times, finding folks standing near their cars is a lot like panhandling for gold — without the pan, of course, or the wet boots and the walking upstream with an overloaded jackass. But I love it even more when I can also scare up some old literature on the featured automobile and combine that old photograph with its ad copy from the day. Now that’s real gold!

One ad I found includes the headline:
“It’s smart to own an Olds…. the Car of Lasting Smartness.”
You can click on that link to see the actual ad. What is “lasting smartness” anyway?

As I am not completely versed on Oldsmobiles, I can’t tell you for certain that the car in the snapshot is a 1947 Series 66, a Series 78 Special or Dynamic Cruiser. But it’s definitely one of them! An educated guess tells me 1947 Oldsmobile Series 66 Special (2-dr) Club Sedan “Torpedoback.” I might be off on the Torpedoback part — it’s difficult to determine in this particular photo.

I also found some art online that General Motors used in the day to 1947_Olds Torpedo-Back_Advertisementpromote this Oldsmobile – with its legendary Hydra-Matic Drive (automatic transmission). And just for the record, any similarities between the art and the black and white snapshot were purely coincidental.

As I stare at this art for a while,  I’m trying to figure out what’s actually going on in this GM scenario (at left), as these things are important to me. So, are the men here smiling because they found some woman on the curb who needs a big trunk and it just so happens, they have one! Or are they smiling because they just dropped the Mrs. off at the bus station for an extended stay with her mother? Perhaps she’s hitch hiking or running away from home? A middle-class, suburbia drug deal? No matter, an Oldsmobile will get her there — or got her there… in style!


leila andrews

Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you miss Leila Andrews. I don’t know Liela personally, never knew her, or of her, until I found her in a box of random photos at a flea market, her name scribbled on the back.

Someone (could have even been her) spoke out to me that day as I held the photo to the light. It was an enchanting voice, with a light giggle, that said “Put me on Attic Autos — just don’t point out my horrible parking job, please!” Okay, Leila, you will live on Attic Autos and I won’t draw attention to that wonky parking job of yours. Deal.

Leila’s ________ parked car is a 1941 Pontiac