In my neck of the woods, the first really big car show of the season is Newsday's "Field of Wheels" and there we met up with a lot of good sports who posed for pictures in the funny hats and false mustaches.
We've got a new prop this year; a century-old, candlestick telephone, which takes up very little space in the back-seat storage compartment. We're also asking our models to sign our guestbook and this is just an excuse to get them to use an old-fashioned fountain pen (circa 1932). It's surprising how many folks have never seen one, let alone used one.
I need to think of a few more non-space-consuming artifacts that might be easy to get a hold of (perhaps on e-bay) to give these nice folks more of a "time machine" experience. Any ideas?
How about a Kodak Brownie? Some aren't usable because there's no film for them, but you can still get film for a 120 size camera.
Does your pen have a little lever that squeezes a rubber bladder to suck in the ink? My mom had a pen like that.
Back when I was in 2nd grade in Parochial School, the nuns decided my handwriting had advanced to the point where I should graduate from pencil to pen. My Dad, in his usual ceremonial way, marked the occasion by giving me his fountain pen—the one he had used to write letters home to his Mom & Pop from the jungles of New Guinea, the Philippines and where ever the hell else they sent him during WWII.
But, as sometimes happens to small, important items, the pen disappeared and so I did an online search for an identical replacement—and this is it. Nobody needs to know this isn't the original, so at car shows I take my tongue and tell a lie and say this is Dad's 1932 Waterman. A reckless distortion of history if ever there was one.
I like your Brownie Camera idea. I bet it'd be easy to fine one on e-bay—and if it gets dropped by some fumble-fingered spectators, it's not the kind of disaster it would be if I let them touch any of the prewar cameras Dad gave me. I have no idea whether these are worth ten-thousand bucks or ten bucks.
Antique folding cameras and box cameras are like antique sewing machines and Victrolas. Everybody who has one thinks they're rare and worth a lot of money but they are plentiful and typically not worth much. Craigslist and estate sales are littered with them. The discontinued manufacture of most roll film sizes means you can't use them.
Last week I picked up a Cyclone No. 2 falling plate box camera for $4.00 at an estate sale. It dates to 1897/98. Very unique - has a magazine that holds 12 glass plate negatives. After a picture is taken, you turn a lever and the plate holder is pushed forward and drops 90 degrees onto the floor of the camera and the plate behind it clicks into place for the next photo.
Yep, the lack of film has benched a lot of former players. I've used 116, 122, 124, and 127, but no more. Are any roll film sizes other than 35mm and 120 available now? I don't think so.
I used a pair of 116 Kodak box cameras to make a stereo camera. I shot this picture of my little brother with it in 1958. Can't use it now, though.
I used to take pictures with box cameras and folding Kodaks when I was a kid. I never paid more than $2.00 for a box camera that I didn't receive for free.
I believe Central Camera in Chicago is the only place in the U.S. that carries older types of roll film but it costs an arm and a leg. I understand they cut the film and craft paper and roll the spools in-house.
Up until a few years ago, they had a much wider selection, including obsolete sizes that Kodak had quit making decades ago that fit very early box and folding cameras.
I suppose a desperate box camera fanatic could buy sheet film and craft paper and cut and spool the film themselves.
120 and 620 are the same film just different spool diameters. It’s really easy to go into a darkroom or any room void of all light and respool the 120 onto a 620 spool.
116/616 while not available anymore, it is possible to make adapters on these camera’s to use 120 film.
127 is still available, it’s made in Europe. Fun to shoot as everyone is surprised at how small the camera actually is, especially when you put a Brownie No 0 next to a No 2
828 is still available, but it’s pricey. I use some old backing paper and 35mm cut to fit when I want to use one of my early 30’s bantam cameras.
A good 4X5 is always fun to shoot. My speed graphic will blow digital out of the water any day.
Various other custom spooled films and tricks are out there, but can be cost prohibitive or more trouble than they are worth.
The film size I really need is 101 for my No. 2 Stereo-Kodak camera below. The width of the film is 3.5" - none of the surviving sizes are this wide. Kodak quit making 101 in 1956. However, Central Camera sold 101 film until a few years ago. A little research on the internet indicates that Film for Classics is the supplier for Central Camera:
I also found other sources for film:
I was thinking of getting a gramophone, but they're awfully expensive and space-consuming. Cameras I've got. Any other ideas?
Portables aren't always expensive at eBay and common period records can still be found cheap, though often badly worn from being used through the depression when new needles (or new records) weren't top priority on the shopping lists..
that's always a cool way to look at early 3D pics, go crosseyed and focus on the pic in the middle, voila 3D....
Bob, how about one of these? Period correct for sure. Maybe with some Model T era stereo cards.
Yeah, stuff like that!
I walked into a store the other day and they had mustaches for sale. The first thing that came to mind was your posts with the funny hats and mustaches. I enjoy seeing your annual photos of the people in your car with hats and all. Thank you for promoting our hobby.
As I pulled into McDonalds for lunch (I had a salad—Honest), a passerby spotted my car and pulled into the parking lot to say hello.
You better not let your wife see those last picture Bob!
Go back to McDonalds and get a big Mac and order of fries, have them put on my bill R.MCDONALD. GRIN
How I long for the days when my wife would get upset over things like that. Alas, I'm so pitifully harmless, beautiful women hold the door for me and smile. It's sad.
What — it would have broken your heart to throw in a thick-shake, too?
Another good sport at McDonalds.
You get a McD milkshake, set it on the kitchen counter, and the next day it still looks like a milkshake! I ain't drinkin' that stuff!!!
That "Passerby" has a nice smile--get her a model T!
And another nice family who stopped by at the Kings Park, Thursday evening cruise-in
My car scares people away and attracts bad people, What is your secret?
There's no secret. People just walk up to the car and ask questions. I guess the incongruity of the thing makes them curious. It'd be the same if I pulled up in a Sherman tank or a steam locomotive.
The other thing is, an open touring car with the top down and the windshield folded is perfect for people to get in and have their picture taken.
As for bad people: Well, every couple of years, somebody steals my magnetic slow-moving-vehicle sign, and there was this one time when somebody's misbehaving kid grabbed the throttle and pumped it like he was trying to get water out of the steering column. But that stuff is rare. Mostly, I just meet a lot of very nice people.
It would have been sooooooo much fun had I known about this curiosity-effect when I was single.
Speaking to the unavailable film sizes I recently acquired a small 8/super 8 film editor with the idea of editing and stringing loads of my old home movies onto large rolls and having them converted to disc. You wouldn't believe the problem with getting film splicing tape. No actual camera stores in my area and finally got some through e-bay. Also had to resort to e-bay when a friend asked if I could re-strap her old beach chair. That nylon strapping isn't sold any where locally.
I love it that you share, you must of had a wonderful mother!
PS--And some siblings.
I did my editing before splicing tape came along. In those days we used glue. It was acetone-based, if I remember correctly. That would probably be hard to find now, too. The last time I checked, Dwayne's was still selling and processing 8mm film.
Have you noticed that aluminum web chairs are no longer sold in stores? My guess is that the obesity epidemic makes them a liability problem.
You can still buy film cement new in one pint cans or small glass bottles with a built in brush:
There are of old and new bottles of cement on eBay and Etsy, etc. For example:
Bob, If you keep letting those good looking women in your car you just may be single again!
I always enjoy these posts. Thank You
Steve, I don't think that the obesity epidemic is the problem. I think it is the fact that the plastic webbing deteriorates so fast in the sunlight. I wish someone would bring them back. They are WAY more comfortable than the fold up chairs that are now popular.Dave
Ran into another nice couple at the local I-Hop.
These good sports let me give them the full "Hats, Vest & Mustache" treatment.
The Health Department Police want to know if you wash that mustache after each use. Yuck!
Does anyone ever ask for copies of the pictures?
Tell the Health Department Police that the mustaches only get used once.
I get 'em by the gross at Party City, where my daughter is a manager.
After I shoot the photos (usually with my cell-phone), I send them via e-mail to the good sports who pose in the car. If they give me permission, I post the pix here.
I remembered you saying you bought them that way. No complaints to Ken K for bringing it up though. It is a good reminder in case anyone else is thinking of doing the same thing.
Drive carefully, and do enjoy, W2
Steve, Your photo above has been giving me headaches... until I realized you reversed L and R photos. Once corrected the photo works. The background no longer pops out of the frame, the main subject does that as intended! Nice photo...
Bob, you could get a portable phonograph. They are on ebay all they time and a fairly cheap. Something like this maybe. http://www.ebay.com/itm/ANTIQUE-PORTABLE-HAND-CRANK-OUTING-RECORD-PLAYER-PHONOGR APH-NO-RESERVE-/141011425375?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item20d4ef985f
I like that idea, Stephen. I could get them to actually participate by cranking something that won't break their wrist. I'd still insist on left-handed cranking, though, just on principle.
This week, the local Pep-Boys auto store put on a car show and here
are some of the good sports who stopped by to pose with "Penelope."
Dropped by the local public library today and ran into a bunch of nice folks in the parking lot. These are the good sports who gave permission to have their photos posted here. Lots of laughter and silliness. I just love doing this stuff!
In your 7-27-13 post, in the first picture, facing straight at the car, the driver reminds me of Cheech Marin. Please, as I believe this is a young lady, do NOT tell her this, but the way the camera caught her makes me think of Cheech! Her passenger, however, bears no resemblance to Tommy Chong.
Thanks for the pictures!
When I e-mail these photos to the good sports who kindly give permission to have their faces posted here, I also include the web address to this page.
Now, if you hid your beautiful head of hair in a derby hat and covered most of your beautiful face with a false handlebar mustache, you'd look like Cheech Marin, too! All the models who pose in my car are drop-dead gorgeous AND DON'T YOU GUYS EVER FORGET IT!
Bill Everett, 'Open Mouth, Insert Both Size 12's!" I believe I have gaffed, big time; Mary is going to rake me over the coals for this!
I do hope the young lady has as a bit of tolerance for an old guy who has a somewhat warped sense of humor as mine; someone as attractive and poised as she and her sister are hopefully possessed of a forgiving nature.
A number of years ago, there was an excellent Italian restaurant in Memphis; I believe it was Giovanni's, but not having gone very often, I can't remember for certain. In any case, it was somewhat expensive, but really good food, and even when full to capacity with SRO, it was quiet.
While waiting for our table, Mary & I with my brother and his wife were talking in the lobby. I noticed a guy in a medium to dark gray suit sitting by himself in the middle of a two-person upholstered bench. I remember thinking to myself, "To where has Chivalry Fled?" thinking that this guy should offer his seat to two of the ladies standing, or at least slide over to let one lady share. He bore a striking resemblance to Barry Gibb of the BeeGees. I actually thought of telling him this, but refrained (I don't know why I refrained; normally, I would tell someone, "Hey, does anyone ever tell you that you look like so & so?" In times past I have met people who looked like Bill Clinton, Randy Jackson, Beyonce and many others. My son's best friend from a short distance reminds most people of Matt Damon).
But no, I didn't ask him to move, nor did I tell him that he was a ringer for Barry Gibb; I'm glad.
I drew Mary and my brother over and said in a hushed whisper, "That guy on the bench (no, don't look over there now; wait!) looks exactly like Barry Gibb; you think I should tell him? You know, it actually could BE him, or at least a Barry Gibb impersonating performer like so many people are of Elvis."
Mary and my brother then glanced at the guy on the bench. Both looked back at me strangely. I said, "Come on, you two; I'm not going to ask him to sing 'Nights on Broadway', or 'Stayin' Alive', or even 'New York Mining Disaster, 1941'; I just want to mention he looks like Barry Gibb!"
My dear wife and brother, at the same time, motioned me over to the door and we stepped outside. "Uh, Bill; that's a woman in there, not a guy." I said, "What? Wrong; that's a guy." "No, Bill, it's a woman, and by the way, she does look a little like Barry Gibb!" As we went back into the restaurant, yep, they were right.
Mary & I took the kids up to Paris Landing State Park in the early '90's when Ned McWherter, one of Tennessee's most popular governors was in office. At breakfast one morning, I was going through the chow line and this fairly heavyset man was beside me sliding his tray by mine. We made small talk and went on to our respective tables. Mary asked, "What did you and the governor talk about?" I asked, "Who?" Mary said, "Hey genius, you were talking to our governor, Ned McWherter!"
I looked over at the table where this man was seated; looking back at Mary, I said, "That guy looks like Ned McWherter for certain, but he's too thin to be the governor." Without a word, Bailey got up, walked over to the man, and came back with "To my friend, Bailey Everett, Gov. Ned McWherter." Yep, it was our governor all right, and Bill Everett had egg on his face.
Bob, I do hope the young lady in your picture realizes that our hobby contains a few older people who sometimes run their mouths and keyboards before making sure their brains are engaged, and that she will accept my unequivocal apology.
Today, we visited the neighborhood I-Hop and met up with this nice couple...
And then, some of the I-Hop crew came out and joined us...
Did you get free pancakes?
It's funny seeing the girl holding the candlestick phone. She obviously has never had one of those in her hand before.
No free pancakes, just a senior discount and enough coffee refills to float an aircraft-carrier.
That may be true, but I bet she can make her smart-phone sing, dance and shovel snow.
Bob, I'll bet you're right! Thanks for your posts. Dave
Well, we showed up at I-Hop again and this time, they picked up the check for us! Thanks for lunch!
Here's part of the Sunday crew. The young lady in these photos took a driving lesson in the Model T
and the gentleman in the handlebar mustache very bravely rode along in the back seat.
One of the world's greatest car-cruise-ins takes place on Thursday evenings at the Key-Food/TJ-Max Shopping Center in Kings Park, Long Island.
Here are a some of the families that stopped by to pose for snap-shots:
And this nice couple pulled their car over to say hello.
They put on the funny hats, shot a few pix and we went for a ride through the neighborhood.
Bob -- That's a nifty b/w pic in the middle. I don't know how you've "aged" it, but it's well done.
Mike, that's easy enough. There's an online photo-retouching program, "Pixlr.com," that works something like a very basic "Photoshop" and it's good for applying cute effects like sepia-tone, vignetting and aging.
Good stuff! I love it!
It's fun to share. That's why I've always loved having well-used Model T's. I wait until a parent tells their kid(s) not to touch, then I ask if they all want to sit in it. If the parent doesn't say anything and lets the kid(s) do whatever, I talk to the KID(s) (the parent is hopeless as far as I'm concerned) and explain to them why they shouldn't touch people's property without permission. Then I let them sit in it while basically ignoring the parent because, well, I'm a jerk that way so sue me.
I'm actually terrified of getting my tudor restoration done and worrying about people getting near it. It won't be fun not letting everyone pile in it without care either.
Your hat/mustache/clothes & props idea is great and the photos are hilarious. Thanks for sharing.
With a car named Penelope you must be a Micky Mouse and Goofy fan. That was the name of their steam locomotive in many adventures.
I remember gathering from the internet a bunch of turn-of-the-century names like Henrietta, Gwendolyn, Penelope, etc. I, my daughter and a buddy of mine all picked the name "Penelope," so with that kind of unanimity, our Model T got her name.
Dropped by McDonald's for my usual salad and coffee, and happened to overhear the lady in the next booth chatting on her cellphone about how there was this "beautiful antique car" in the parking lot just outside the window.
Well, how could I resist a situation like that? After dealing with the fast-food, we met in the parking lot and did an impromptu photo-shoot.
Recently a local restaurant/inn was having a Great Gatsby party. Someone from the restaurant saw my 15 Speedster at a cruise night as asked me to bring it. (Not that anyone at a "real" Gatsby gathering would have driven a T!) There were a few other antiques there, but my car got all the attention. At one point, I actually has a line of people waiting to sit in the car and have their picture taken. Many offered drinks, but I had to turn them down - I had to drive home after all!
So, I was back at McDonald's, having my usual, boring salad & coffee, and it just didn't look like I was going to get any funny-hat volunteers today, so I just gazed out the window and snapped a photo of my lonely Flivver sitting out there, all by itself, in the parking lot.
But then, just as I was getting ready to leave, one of the crew went on break and strolled out to the parking lot to check out the car. Out came the butterfly net and I snagged another photo-shoot volunteer!
Obviously, McDonald's is my kind of place, but what the heck—I deserved a break today.
Had yet another salad and coffee (and resisted the double quarter-pounder with bacon & cheese super-sized meal), then walked out to the parking lot and met up with this nice couple.
And then these two gentlemen stepped up.
And today, this good sport volunteered for a photo shoot with the Model T.