M is for her motor gently purring
O is for the oil that it holds
T is for the tappets tippy tapping
H is for her horn of purest gold
E is for her electric starter
R means revved & revved she'll always be
Put them all together they spell MOTHER
A car that means the world to me.
Yes kids, in 1965 sitcom premises included "man buys '1928 Porter' only to discover it's the reincarnation of his own mom." Hey, why not? I mean, talking horses and hot astronaut genies and whatnot.
As a stickler for automotive accuracy, I must note the "1928 Porter" was actually a 1924 Ford Model T hot rod built by my late great pal Norm Grabowski. Later modified by Norm Breedlove (Craig's dad) for the TV show; George Barris made a replica car for stunts.
*You may remember the car from such cinema classics as "Sex Kittens Go To College" (1960) starring Mamie Van Doren, Tuesday Weld, and good ol' Norm- billed as Woo Woo Grabowski, playing his typical lunkheaded lovable campus football star.
But I digress. Today is all about moms, and grandmas, and great grandmas, etc., and solving the puzzle of what in the heck they drove way back when.
To enter the old timey mystery car parade (mothers or otherwise) take the pledge and send in those photos!
Well HEL-LO, Mabel! Let's begin with a return appearance from Brett's bewitching grandma, giving screen vamp Theda Bara a run for her money in this sultry pose with (I think) a 1919ish Cadillac town car limousine.
It's mamas galore in this splendid 3-generation keepsake. These lovely ladies are parading the latest spring fashions behind a 1949-50 Chevy Styleline sedan.
Languid in repose, Grandma relaxes in her beloved webbed aluminum lawn chair (with matching ottoman) after driving her 1960 Oldsmobile 88. And nothing beats that Kodachrome slide film image quality.
Between Grandma and her sisters, not one bit of nonsense or foolishness was ever abided. Much like their no-nonsense 1956 base model Oldsmobile 88. No fancy deluxe wheel covers and 2-tone body paint for this crew, thank you very much!
*I run modified 1956 Oldsmobile dog dish hubcaps on my 1931 Ford hot rod, and can tell you from personal experience that they are hen's teeth to find. Not many Olds customers opted for the no-frills models.
I think I can say with some confidence that Great Great Great Grandma Williams will capture this thread's top prize for the number of Greats in her title. She would have been at least 91 here, as the car is a 1940 Ford Standard.
*I'll have to check my records, but I believe the oldest relative to appear in one of my car ID threads was born in the 1820s.
More Kodachrome goodness: here's a mom who did abide foolish, impishly sizing up the photographer as a target for her famous snowball high heater. Behind her is a 46-47 Cadillac Fleetwood sedan, across the street a 51 Ford and a 50-51 Dodge convertible.
I wish the image was sharper so I could tell what Grandma is poking with the stick - voodoo doll maybe? Not sure, but image is sharp enough for me to tell that she's sitting on the bumper of a 1936 Chevy Master Deluxe.
* yes "Country Sedan wagon" is a bit of an oxymoron, but "County Sedan" was Ford's model name for its standard station wagon. The deluxe vinyl woodgrain applique version was of course the "Country Squire."
Little Mom behind a little tree, playing a game of hide-and-seek with (L-R) a 1941 Chevy Master Deluxe, a 1936 Ford 5W coupe, and a 1937-38 Cadillac or LaSalle 2 door sedan.
A brief intermission while I go fetch donuts and pastries for the mother of my own children, because that's the kind of thoughtful saint I am.
pastries now distributed to Mrs B, and such a saint am I that was not even distracted by the two absolute smoke shows in line at the donut shop.
We now return to the car IDs.
speaking of smoke shows, this previously ID'd photo of snake-charming Mama Collier deserves a reprise; her snakemobile here is a 1957 Ford Country Sedan.
And a reprise photo of little Mom, previously seen up this thread, now even littler. Car is a 1941 Chevy Master Deluxe, possible the same one seen in previous photo; car sneaking in bottom right is also 41 Chevy, with optional deluxe bumper guards.
Unfortunately not enough detail for a rock solid car ID in this lovely pic of Grandma Sabra, but I can say it's neither a Ford or Chevy. Of remaining candidates, most likely 1914-16 Dodge Brothers Model 30-35 touring.
More Kodachrome magic here, as young Mom brings home her shopping in a bright shiny 1949 Dodge Coronet sedan. Note she is wear a pair of never-out-of-style Converse Chuck Taylors.
RIP to your lovely mom. Madre, you, Juan, and Jesus are here in a 1960 Ford Fairlane 500 4 door sedan; across the street is a 1956 Buick convertible and (I think) '65 Ford Fairlane 2 dr hardtop.
Awwww. A contemporary photo but this shy little cutie and her mom are with an old and interesting car, a 1967 Westinghouse Markette electric; only 50 of these were ever made.
Those NW Iowa girls aren't afraid of work, even in the male-dominated pump jockey field. Mom broke through the glass (or should I say gas?) ceiling here, fueling up a 1942 or 1946-48 Chevy Fleetline sedan.
*I was almost ready to tap out on that ID until I saw the gas filler location. DUHH, Dave! The rest then became obvious. The moral is: never give up on your personal OCD.
Mama Wimsatt toned her arms with frequent reps of Andrew-Ups.
Kind of an eye test on the cars, but I will wager a 64 Mercury Comet on left, and 63 Plymouth Savoy or Belvedere on right.
Behind Mom, Auntie & Bro enjoying the sands of Key West is a very beach-appropriate 1947-48 Ford woody; the other car is a 42 or 46-48 GM B-body fastback sedan.
Lil' Mom looks like a 'Miracle On 34th Street' era Natalie Wood here, and Grandma & Grandpa must've been very frugal, family car-wise: car behind fencepost is 1937 Chevy, and nearly hidden one I think 1932-34 Ford pickup.
Grandma was an adorable little Mary Pickford here, and Great Gramps knew how to rock a straw boater. It took a heap of triangulation, but I'm reasonably confident the car is a 1923-24 Oakland 5 passenger sedan.
'Fraid that's it for me today. If you're still awaiting an ID on your mom's pic hang tight, I'll be back next weekend to make sure no momcar gets left behind. Until then, Happy Mothers Day and Happy Motoring!
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my decline from poetry-writing Edwardian dandy to hobo camp drifter was precipitous, but not entirely unexpected
All's the irony, for I once was a feral waif abandoned on the filthy streets of London by a wayward lass -- whom I later learned was the East End's most popular and aggressive prostitute -- and earned my gruel through beggary and pickpocketing.
Boolah boolah, rah rah rah, and happy graduation season from #DavesCarIDService! Today we salute the humble and venerable campus jalopy - like this 1926 Ford Model T that once roamed Long Beach State U.
You may remember the concept from Archie comics: a beat up old Model T or A on its last gasp, purchased for $10, festooned with comical messages and raccoon tails, ready to putter you and 5-20 of your pals around campus. The antithesis of a hot rod, a lovable junker.
The heyday of the beloved college jalopy, often a fraternity's mechanical mascot, was 1930-55. A few in action:
1. "Muttzie," 28-29 Ford A, George Washington U 1942 2. 28-29 Ford A, UNC 1940 3. "Rosie," 17-24 Ford T, U Oregon 1942 4. 21-24 Ford T, U Louisville 1938