The moment I first saw his prize photo (of a beautiful girl sitting on a bumper) the photo below instantly came to mind. I hadn't seen it for a few years but it was one of many valuable photos I collected, regarding a true story about greed, love, power and death on a Minnesota Lake.....back in 1933.
From the more positive side of automobiles, families all across the world were busy taking photos of their family car or truck......and Dan Seals sings about that special love they all carried... from his song, My Old Yellow Car
"She weren't much to look at, she weren't much to ride- She was missing a window on her passenger side-The floorboard was patched up with paper and tar-But I really was something in my old yellow car!"
|Courtesy of Minnesota Historical Society. Minnesota History featured a story about The Johnson Family, all gathered here in front of their fine automobiles.|
Alan speaks about the bumper in it's glory days sporting enough room for anyone to hoist on top of, but it brings to mind not just the bumper or fender or hood, but the entire romanticising of our automobiles. Our cars held status even then and so did those that owned them or perhaps drove them....as in the case of this dapper gent in his "Chauffeur's uniform".....
|A dapper Mr. John Riggs chauffeur for the Rothwell family.....they say John never married, and he never owned or drove an automobile that was yellow.|
In those golden years as they're called now.... our fascination and adornment for the automobile went far beyond limiting ourselves by any means...they followed their dreams.
An American boy with his hands on the wheel -
Of a dream that was made of American steel-
Though the seats had the smell of a nickel cigar-
I really was something in my old yellow car.
We celebrated a great many things with our fine automobiles .......
|Courtesy of Lyon County Historical Society on "Boxcar Day" in Tracy, Minnesota.|
Pageants were only a part of showing off......
They knew they'd be powerless without their wheels so they took fine care of them!
|They'd wash them, polish them and often times make money for some sort of reason....from Boy Scouts to building a new swimming pool at the local high school..... - Courtesy of Lyon County Historical Society.|
Just what is that magical fascination we have with the automobile.....
"There was no road too winding and nowhere too far
With two bucks of gas and my old yellow car
That old yellow car would be driving me home!"
Now for a little old fashion southern Minnesota farm life.... from the Seabury family (care of a shop on 50th and Xerxes) in Minneapolis.....they have a story that begins like this....
|First comes marriage (and our own Ford).... than comes babies...and more babies, and many families had 12 or more babies .....big families in those days. The man bending his head down looks like James Dean (to me).|
then meet......Son # 1 Gordon at age 2 years and 4 months, of course the family automobile took top billing on the other side of this photo....
|Gordon and his toys, and I wonder why Gordon's face doesn't appear too happy, for such a cute little face...maybe somebody wanted his toys!|
Lastly after raising all those children....a woman just needed a break.....
Momma gets to sit on the front of the family automobile...
|A fine automobile at their disposal and no where important to drive to......|
Take a look at me now throwing money around
I'm paying somebody to drive me downtown
Got a Mercedes Benz with a TV and bar
And God I wish I was driving my old yellow car.
I hope you enjoyed this journey through Sepia Saturday with me, and if you want to play along or just drive through a few other posts go here