It was at the Rose Bowl flea market where I first found a black and white photo of a man standing next to his car. The car was a mid 50’s Ford. On the back of the picture was some writing: “Myrtle in car. Leonard opening gate on the San Carlos Ranch, Carmel Valley, Calif. 1959.” I bought the photo for three of four bucks and began to wonder who Leonard and Myrtle were and why was I holding a photo of them some 50 years later? What happened to these folks? Did the pair have no family? Or did no one in their family care to pick up the treasured photo album before the contents of Dad’s house were sold at auction?
I’ve been hooked ever since. Hooked for two reasons. First, I love old cars — all old cars. I’ve had several in my lifetime and I’d have dozens more if my budget allowed. Secondly, as if they were joined at the hip, the people pictured in my collection are almost always standing proudly with their vehicles. So close at times I almost expect to someday find a handwritten caption on a photo of a man and a car stating something like “John and Chuck at Yosemite, 1952“. Is John the car? Or Chuck?
People loved their cars back then, really loved them. Cars were extensions of personalities — in some cases, the owners even looked or dressed like their vehicles. Look in the photos I post, I’m sure you’ll see it too.
Unfortunately, there will be more stories such as Myrtle’s and Leonard’s as I continue my hunt for old car photo gold. Sad that the originals have no real home, but glad that they found me and will now be shared here with old car lovers, like you, from all over the globe. Enjoy!