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Perry’s Pontiac

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A long-time friend of mine was kind enough to permit me to use this great old photo of his dad (Perry) on this blog. Thank you, Keith!

If you’re a follower or regular reader of mine you’ll know that I try to I.D. every car I post and, where/when appropriate comment on something about the people in the pictures.

You can probably bet that Perry didn’t get all dressed up like this, and sit on the hood of his car (1936 Pontiac), just to be featured on Attic Autos someday, but crazy things can happen!

NOTE: This site began, and continues to this day, on the basic theme of showcasing people and their cars (we Americans seem to have quite the love affair with our automobiles). This photo is the epitome of that original theme. Again, many thanks to you, Keith, for sharing. 



Bad, bad, LeRoy (Gene) Brown

In journalism, it is taught when compiling a story, to always get the “Five W’s” — who, what, when, where and why. By doing so, you are guaranteed to get all the crucial information within your article, thus leaving your readers fully engrossed and satisfied. Let’s try it here.

First, the “who.” Based on the writing on the back of this photo, our subject’s name is Gene Brown. In full, the writing reads: “July 1956 Gene Brown.” Simple, with one inscription, we now have two “W”s (the when and the who).

To round out the five W’s, we’ll still need the “what” the “where” and the “why.” Let’s start with the “what.” It’s a 1954 Chevrolet — easy I.D. because I had one, so I know it well. Now for the “where” — can’t help ya. Let’s say, some city, somewhere (can’t be wrong with that).

Now for the “Why.” Why would Mr. Brown stand there, hands in pockets, and his foot on the bumper? Only Gene can explain the hands in the pockets, but the foot on the bumper? That’s easy, I’ve seen it a zillion times. The photographer, having originally cropped out both of Gene’s feet, insisted on still showing Gene’s handsome, freshly-polished wingtips. At first, he had Gene stand on the bumper but that didn’t work well (his head got cropped off), and since standing on the bumper with both feet showing, then squatting down, just didn’t look at all right. This pose was the only real acceptable solution. I suppose Mr. Photographer-man could have just backed up a little, or just tipped his camera down a smidge, but he obviously wasn’t thinking clearly.


Laundro Matt


I’ve had some favorites of mine on this site in the past, and you can put this one right up there with the best of them. I wish I had its negative. Such an interesting photo.

Artistically, it’s got all the qualities I look for in old car photos — balanced light and shadow, composition, etc. Most importantly, it’s got some sort of story in there, somewhere — there’s hanging laundry, a garbage can. a 1948 Chevrolet, and an old gentleman perched comfortably between two of its bumper guards. A candid moment yet clearly posed. A slice of American life, forever frozen in time. I hope I find more that are this good.

What a car!


Few cars from the 40s and 50s can turn my head as much or more than Cadillacs from 1949.The convertible (pictured here) is impeccably designed, and the fastback Sedanette is, far and away the first vintage car on my wish list (after my first multi-million dollar Megaball lottery win).


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If you’re not too familiar with the 1949 Cadillacs you won’t get too much of an idea with this black and white picture at top. Perhaps clouds and pavement were more important to the photographer than fitting the entire car into his or her viewfinder, so I’ve included two modern-day, color shots of restored ’49 Caddys (one convertible and one Sedanette) for you to admire. Just click this small, color image and you might begin to see why I tout Cadillac’s ’49 designs so much.


The Sweezers


Pictured here is a beautiful, 4-year old, two-tone 1955 Buick Special. Blocking most all of the driver’s side of this beauty are Mr. and Mrs. Arden Sweezer of Dibble, OK.

I don’t believe this is their car. Buick owners generally parked in driveways, not fairways, and wore pants — either some at all (Bunny Sweezer) or, at least the kind that fit properly (Arden Sweezer).