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When I was a kid, naming the cars going by was a fun pastime…Stella’s illustration looks like a Hudson, though I can’t make out the car badge.
The depicted Ontario-registered vehicle sits in front of The Nutty Chocolatier store which looks like the one located in Huntsville, ON (http://www.thenuttychocolatier.com/)…so it’s likely the owner lives in the Huntsville area…
…and they do have an annual antique, classic and custom car show in their downtown area, but I couldn’t find a listing for one in 2020…however, other things to do include purchasing flowers at the Huntsville Farmers Market…
…and, of course, buying a pound of truffles at The Nutty Chocolatier.
Have a chocolaty blessed day!
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Good eye, it’s a Hudson all right.
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Love it! I recognized it from the rear end, not the front. It’s such a distinctive look.
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We’ve got a ’34 Chevy in the garage…one of these days…
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In Logan, UT there was a diner, The Blue Bird, which sold lovely chocolates like that. One Christmas I made chocolate truffles from a recipe in a magazine. They were terriifc to eat, but shaping them by hand when they were cold was really painful. The basic recipe was easy (semi-sweet choc chips, cream), the flavored coatings were what made them interesting (cocoa, coffee crystals, or powdered sugar). For all the trouble they were, I’ll just buy a box when I want some…
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My sister and her husband lived in Logan for several years and, during that time, I had the fun of visiting The Blue Bird. That was the one with the full size fountain and floor to ceiling mirror behind the fountain, right? If it’s the same one – so beautiful….
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Oh yeah, rear seats as wide as a couch, textured fabric covering that continued up the car’s side panels and onto the overhead. Fabric covered grab handles on the walls, that fabric covered rope on the back of the front seats you used to pull yourself up and out of the rear seats. Let’s also not forget those huge fabric pockets on the rear of the front seats you could store your younger sibling in.
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When I got too big to sleep in the back window of Dad’s 1938 Lincoln Zephyr, I cried…LOL! Such a beautiful car. Dad’s was black. And the interior was, indeed, fabric…I think it was gray. Here’s one like Dad’s from a website called Barnfinds…
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I love that car. My grandparents had one or something similar.
Later, we made a trip in our VW Bug from Lakeland, FL to Chatt., TN. The five of us. I was about 12 and pretty much full grown. My sister was about 7 and very tiny and my brother was five and tiny.
When we hit Atlanta it started pouring. Daddy had to get the luggage down from the carrier on the top of the car (yes, that car was really loaded). I was scrunched with the luggage on the back seat. My sister moved to the pocket under the back window and my brother sat on my mother’s lap in the front seat.
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When we were transferred to West Palm Beach in ’55 my dad bought a brand new ’55 Nash Rambler. We Went right down US 1 in that, long before the days of the interstate. We took the Cape May-Lewes Ferry and I still remember part of that trip. In 1991 while I was in DC a friend and I went to Atlantic City (what a bore)and took that same ferry, I was eight again.
I remember the engine compartment in that car, it was huge with this little flat-top engine way down in the bottom. The glove box was huge too, we’d stop at some interesting place and get lunches to go, stuff them into the glove box and drive until we found as place to eat.
The trip pre-interstate took us through a lot of sleepy Southern towns and we stayed in those local roadside motels with the gravel parking lots, the window A/.C that had that slight touch of moldy smell in the summer and the sound of the traffic at night just outside of the window. Travel was so much more interesting back then.
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Your last paragraph describes my childhood memories of travel too. I remember the gravel lot of the motel we stayed at in Kansas, the neon lights of the motel and the Dari Dip type restaurant at the side of the lot. The girls there always asked me to repeat my order because they had never heard a Southerner talk before.
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LOL
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And the dreaded ‘No Vacancy’ sign…
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“Slight touch of moldy smell”? That mixed with the smell of cigarette smoke mixed in nearly killed me.
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You know of what I spake.
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I’ve got a small B&W pic of my mom with our dog in front of the first big ‘tank’ car I remember us owning. That was the one with the interior I described above. Getting that new Rambler shoe-box car was a shocker and until I drove a late 60s Dodge truck at a job I never really had that spacious cab feel again.
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…sleeping in the back window……that brings back memories….and if I couldn’t sleep as we drove back home across the back roads of NE Montana from visiting relatives 40 or 50 miles away, there was a fabulous view of the stars.
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Yes, indeed, looking at the stars. When we drove up for a visit with my father’s side of the family in Ventura County, CA, we would take the interior route from San Bernardino County. But returning after staying several days at various relatives’ homes, Dad would always take the coastal route on clear evenings because the sights and sounds of the Pacific are so spectacular at night.
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My mother babysat to earn money to buy a car, so in 1955 my father picked out a used 1949 Packard like this one. Black with olive green velvet fabric interior. Room enough for six large people with elbow room to spare. And the trunk!!!
https://images.app.goo.gl/u2Yq1forpUNicKvg9
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Later, he got her a 1953 Pontiac Chieftan. Still really big, two tone green like this.
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What a beauty! I’d definitely drive one today. It’d be like going back to a manual typewriter, though, where you really need strength.
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Good morning everybody! As I’ve mentioned before, my parents worked for Hudson before, during, and after WWII.
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Well, I meant my comment to reply to you below, sorry. Still posting under the influence! 😀
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Not your fault. I deleted the picture because I identified it as a Hudson, when it was a Pontiac!
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And how many people would know that now?
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I would, and I’m sure somebody would catch it.
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How many know oh The Henry J/Hudson or the Pontiac? We’re a dying breed.
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After we settled in to our new house last fall I combed through all the old family pictures and framed a bunch of them. I found quite a few pictures not only of me as a baby or child in front of cars, but my mother and father too.
It must have been a conscious thing, to pose near the cars, because no one usually does it now, not even teens as far as I see. If we’d had Facebook when I was in high school every boy would have done nothing but post pics of their cars. Girls almost came in second to their love of cars!
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There were very few boys who didn’t work after school and on Saturday, in my little 1950s southern California town, so they could buy cars. Our high school parking lot was full of Chevy Bel Airs, Ford Camaros, and trucks of various makes. For some unknown reason the Mexican-American boys always drove Chevys, usually low riders.
One of my friends that I’ve known since 3rd grade bought a 1959 Ford Ranchero. He still thinks about it and even tried to trace it down to buy back…
The Dutch boys were the wealthiest and drove great cars. Their parents were dairy and produce farmers and the sons usually worked for their fathers and got a salary. They also were the wildest boys in school–1950s wild which meant one too many beers on Saturday night. If their parents caught them, they’d have to go to their Calvinist Reformed church on Sunday morning and make public confession and contrition. So that was a behavioral deterrent for a lot of them.
When I was in 8th grade, I had a crush on a curly-blondhaired senior boy named Kenny who drove an adorable 1950 Ford coupe which looked like this, only his was in turquoise blue…
Both the high school and junior high were on the same campus. He worked at the service station across the street. One day when it was raining so hard I took shelter under the station canopy waiting for it to let up so I could continue walking home. Kenny told me to wait about 15 minutes and he’d give me a ride…oh my heart!…which he did but only because he knew my older sister. LOL!
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Good memories Lucille!
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Yes, indeedy! Fun years.
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The only pic I have of my paternal grandfather is with my dad, and a two tone Buick (“with holes in the sides”).
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My dad had a four hole Buick Roadmaster, with air conditioning. There were big clear tubes in the back window for the air. It also had push button windows, I believe.
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Oh gosh, Menagerie.My old family pics, never ever seen by us kids and only just found at L’il Bro’s estate auction, were of my grandparents riding really old Indian motorcycles. Even Nannie (my gramma) on the back, long skirts hiked up, bloomers in full view, and nobody cared.
No pics of cars anywhere.
Guess that says something about us, not certain what, exactly.
These pics of all these beautiful cars are wonderful to me. Have never seen any cars like these, ever.
What a joy it must have been to ride in them.
Thank you all for putting them up.
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I hope you rescued the pix.
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If you ever get the chance, The Antique Automobile Club of America holds their largest rally/swap meet in Hershey P.A.( Late Sept -early Oct) Acres and acres of such beautiful machinery from every age imaginable. If you do go, plan on staying for at least two days or you’ll only see a fraction of what they offer.
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For her last car she bought a 2 door sports car in Indy Red. She got this 1995 Chrysler Sebring. She was 78 years old. Said she always wanted a red sports car.
https://hips.hearstapps.com/hmg-prod/amv-prod-cad-assets/images/media/267321/1995-chrysler-sebring-lx-photo-555717-s-original.jpg?fill=2:1&resize=980:*
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It is International Left Handers Day. Happy day to all ya’all who manage through life in our right handed world. Prevalence is 10%, with only 1% ambidextrous.
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That’s me!
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Like most lefties, there are some things that I can do with either hand, but I write and eat with my left hand only.
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Must have had some sinister motives in establishing that…
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My grandson Conner is a lefty. That boy is determined to do everything contrary and unique. Not that being a lefty is either contrary or choice, but still, it fits him.
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How is Conner? I remember his birth….
Lefty here to though some would claim me as an ambi. Some might remember my recent “involuntary redesign” of my left hand so ambi is actually becoming somewhat of a norm these days. My motto in life has always been..
“If the left hemisphere of the brain controls the right side of the body then only left handed people are in their right mind” and I’m sticking to it!!!!
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{snort}
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Conner is doing well, he goes to the cardiologist every fall, but he’s completely healthy. He has autism, and will start kindergarten next week. He has been in a school for children with special challenges and disabilities for two years. We are all concerned about putting him in a regular classroom.
Thank you for remembering him!
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He is still in my prayers every night. Figured it wouldn’t hurt to keep him there.
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Thanks aus, yes, this is going to be tough for him.
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Czar started to step out to hang some laundry, and the lightning & thunder stopped him. Shortly thereafter the flood gates opened up and we got one of those hard, prolonged, summer rains that obscure the trees on the far side of the lake (about 900 feet away). Satellite TV signal goes out, hinky terrier dog jumps up in a lap for comfort, and even one of the orange cats starts to howl like a Siamese cat. What we have for entertainment out in the country.
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A circus? 😀
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We had one of those here yesterday about supper time.
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Sooooo true….
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Fun fact: Las Vegas has about 15,000 miles of neon tubing.
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I was wondering earlier in the week what happened on this maximum child abuse case…now we know the judge is as insane as the mother…tragic….
Update: Judge Orders Texas Father to Pay $5,000 a Month So His Ex-Wife Can “Transition” Son James Into a Girl Named “Luna”
By Cristina Laila – Published August 13, 2020 at 8:23pm
https://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2020/08/update-judge-orders-texas-father-pay-5000-month-ex-wife-can-transition-son-james-girl-named-luna/
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