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Looking up something on youtube yesterday and I saw this video. I keep thinking about how much work I'll have to do on my 1/2 ton, but after watching this video I just might buy the 41 merc flathead that is for sale locally, install it in my pickup, do the brakes and run around the island in it next summer just like it is. My truck is pretty much a dead ringer of this one, fenders rotted off at running boards and all. I now have good grill bars on my 47 and it has a seat about like the one in the video and it has a radio and a heater. Of course I still need to finish the woodie....https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=...UsJsG5T1nbNX3Q
I have to admit I thought of you.... Like maybe it's ok to start on something else before your current project is completed. The woodie is so complex and sometimes I just want to stick an engine in something and rage around for a bit without all the fuss. This guy in the video seems to prove that it's ok to have some rust and body issues and just bomb around on a dirt road. I didn't see a single car show anywhere in this video.
Yep, guys like us are more preservationists I think. I'm not a real big stickler that everything needs to remain stock. I'm more in the 30s-40s-50s spirit that you used what you had and made it work. Besides, most paint jobs today cost more than the rest of my cars are worth.
"Saving"... Hoarding really means depriving others of something. I'm sure they weren't doing anything like that.
Still going through my parents stuff (they died several years), and they saved stuff. Boxes of old receipts, my Gramps apparently typed everything, he owned some rental properties with my dad and near as I can tell must have spent hours daily typing and mailing stuff. Have stacks of water bills, gas and fuel oil delivery receipts from 1958, note renewals "Please find enclosed $2.96 and apply it to the interest accrued, this should bring it up to date."
Who saves a paid water bill from 30 years ago? Looks like heating oil was .15c a gallon.
"Saving"... Hoarding really means depriving others of something. I'm sure they weren't doing anything like that.
Still going through my parents stuff (they died several years), and they saved stuff. Boxes of old receipts, my Gramps apparently typed everything, he owned some rental properties with my dad and near as I can tell must have spent hours daily typing and mailing stuff. Have stacks of water bills, gas and fuel oil delivery receipts from 1958, note renewals "Please find enclosed $2.96 and apply it to the interest accrued, this should bring it up to date."
Who saves a paid water bill from 30 years ago? Looks like heating oil was .15c a gallon.
I have read volumes about growing up during the depression. Oh wait I have also lived through parents who lived through it. Us baby boomers can never know what they went through. Maybe we can never begin to know what it was like. I have a tremendous amount of respect for them. My dad and i watcheted the Waltons every thursday night and we never missed Earl Thomas Jr may have written it but maybe I an wrong, but it made a huge impression on me.
Oh, I heard about it GB. Every Christmas Eve, before us rotten spoiled kids would open all our toys at we'd all roll our eyes as the elders told us (again) what they went through. It made no sense to us kids. Why didn't anybody have any money?
My step-grandmother (whose family was poor prior to the great depression) said one year as a child she received an Orange for Christmas, and shared it with her sister. I think that year I heard that story I got a Gilbert chemistry set, and a bunch of other stuff, and managed not to burn the house down. I'm not sure we were old enough to understand, except that we were fortunate.
The orange was a big deal in those days. Another year, she said she got a scarf, and glad to get it. Gramps was a traveling salesman in the 1930s (good job) and once visited some distant relatives out in South Dakota. He said one of the girls was showing off her "Doll" that she got - it was a picture of a doll (out of a Sears catalog) pasted on a piece of cardboard. Gramps couldn't believe it and felt terrible.
Oh, I heard about it GB. Every Christmas Eve, before us rotten spoiled kids would open all our toys at we'd all roll our eyes as the elders told us (again) what they went through. It made no sense to us kids. Why didn't anybody have any money?
My step-grandmother (whose family was poor prior to the great depression) said one year as a child she received an Orange for Christmas, and shared it with her sister. I think that year I heard that story I got a Gilbert chemistry set, and a bunch of other stuff, and managed not to burn the house down. I'm not sure we were old enough to understand, except that we were fortunate.
The orange was a big deal in those days. Another year, she said she got a scarf, and glad to get it. Gramps was a traveling salesman in the 1930s (good job) and once visited some distant relatives out in South Dakota. He said one of the girls was showing off her "Doll" that she got - it was a picture of a doll (out of a Sears catalog) pasted on a piece of cardboard. Gramps couldn't believe it and felt terrible.
My grampa only went to school when it was a blizzard and walked 5 miles carrying his little brother, uphill both ways.
Oh, I heard about it GB. Every Christmas Eve, before us rotten spoiled kids would open all our toys at we'd all roll our eyes as the elders told us (again) what they went through. It made no sense to us kids. Why didn't anybody have any money?
My step-grandmother (whose family was poor prior to the great depression) said one year as a child she received an Orange for Christmas, and shared it with her sister. I think that year I heard that story I got a Gilbert chemistry set, and a bunch of other stuff, and managed not to burn the house down. I'm not sure we were old enough to understand, except that we were fortunate.
The orange was a big deal in those days. Another year, she said she got a scarf, and glad to get it. Gramps was a traveling salesman in the 1930s (good job) and once visited some distant relatives out in South Dakota. He said one of the girls was showing off her "Doll" that she got - it was a picture of a doll (out of a Sears catalog) pasted on a piece of cardboard. Gramps couldn't believe it and felt terrible.
We got the same stories. Mom got an orange and maybe a few other small items one year. My dad always told of riding to midnight mass in the back of a model A truck and using an old army blanket to keep warm. I guess that was their "safe space" back then. I cringe to think of how we would react if another depression hit.
i,m maybe a bit younger . grandpa use to leave sunday evening walk on the train track to the second village west about 10 miles. work in a saw mill to saturday noon,walk back home washed (once a week) went to church on sunday . and started over. he some how got work in vermont on a dam i think for a dollar an hour. he used to earn a dollar a day here. he came back here in 29 when my dad was born. and started our shop in 1933, i,m the third generation. one of his brothers stayed there , we got famely somewhere in vermont.
This has turned into a really fun thread! Bernette, my dad was born in '28. His dad died when he was a year old and his mom had to work hard all day and so she sent the boys to live with her mom in S. Berwick Me. for six years . His mom eventually remarried a guy who had a gas station that sold 10 brands of gasoline. My dad swore there was only one tank underground. This was filled at night by an unmarked flat black fuel truck. He laughed when he told us stories about how customers were so brand loyal as they bought the expensive hi test with ethyl and "ol' Bessie runs like crap when he buys that cheap stuff in the next pump".
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