That shot is one of a series of shots of women at a trade school that can be found on Shorpy.
I recognize her from some pics posted here a while back. Different shot, but the same girl for sure.
You're right, Jay -- My kinda' gal! Where does a guy find one like that?
Yeah, that SOUNDS good and all, but for sure, she'd just be into your tools, using your best screwdrivers for pry bars, putting "cheater pipes" on your wrenches, hammering on your best ratchet wrench, etc, etc, etc,.......harold
And she's cute too !!! Bonus points !!!!
Harold....it would be worth it.
As we say in the south..."just sayin"
Any gal who's willing to work on a T with me is my kinda gal!
You guys are blinded by beauty!
She's probably dropping bolts into that open transmission, even as the picture was taken.
If it is a Girl then why isent some guy helping her. Thats the case these days.
Not sure why ya'll are convinced she's not a he with a bad haircut. lol
Back 55 years ago when I was dating Dolores, I had a Model A. I needed to do some adjustment on the brakes and she held a flashlight while I crawled under. Now we have been married 55 years! One of my sons took a girl on their first date to a wrecking yard to look for parts for a Corvair. They have been married about 15 years.
That's the kind of woman for a car person to marry.
Just because your better half likes cars is not necessarily good. In college my girlfriend liked cars because her dad drag raced when he was young. She wanted to get into fixing up a car to take to the local strip.
So I obliged and bought a 69 Chevelle SS396 that we worked on together. Everything was ok until she started to tell me how to make the car faster, getting advice from her workmates at the auto store she worked at as a cashier. Unfortunately her workmates were zitty face kids who knew nothing about cars.
In the end we broke up and I sold the car. About six months later she called me and wanted the money back that she had invested in the car. I told her to take a flying leap (nicely of course).
It's true. There's nothing as heartwarming as an old photo of an old-fashioned gal working with
a brass-era automobile. I wonder what she looks like today. Much too old, even for me, I guess.
Whatever turns your crank. I'd rather have a gal who is content to sit on the passenger side of the car and let me do the wrenching. That's what I like about the T. My wife is afraid to learn how to drive it so, the argument never comes up.
She helped me again today as I held the ring compressor she tapped the piston down into the cylinder.
If I remember correctly, this is a shot of her working on a Model T dis-assembly line in WWII.
Then they were just old cars and the metal was needed for the war effort.
I could be wrong about this picture.
Thanks for the authentic period correct photo. It's always nice to see a true old fashioned girl!
my first date with my wife of 26 years was in an ex dick landy hemi challenger. 9.90 car. drove it from the base to barbers point drag strip. clicked off a couple of 10s and drove back to the base. at the end of the evening I asked, did you have fun? she replied, how much faster will it go with nitrous and slicks do you think. I replied, I think I love you. true story. god, country, women and cars. there it is.
Within reason the more things we have in common with our spouse the easier it is for us to get along. We do not have to agree on everything -- I think there would probably be something wrong with that type of relationship. But on the major items it is best if we are in agreement on the way forward. Often it isn't a "right or wrong" but what is a good fit for our family at this time. And since we dated in Bessie our 1931 Model A Town Sedan Ė I could tell she had a soft spot for old cars in her heart.
I've been truly blessed with a wonderful wife that has helped me pull engines, paint cars, and even allowed me to take a Model A Ford as our family's only car -- once to Iceland for a year and once to Europe for three years. She even bought me a Model T Speedster. But she is far more important to me than the cars will ever be. If I ever needed to sell the cars to support her -- they would up for sale. And she knows that.
One of my happiest memories of working on cars together is when I was lying on my back in the snow in Iceland. I was under our 1930 Pickup Truck called "Faithful Fred." The hood was open. She was holding the wrench on the top side of the engine while I was tightening one of the bolts on the bottom side of the engine. The engine splash pans were not installed and seeing her smiling face as she looked down at me was such an encouragement.
But if it was just "one-sided" it probably would not last very long. Just as I think I'm the most blessed husband in the entire world -- she thinks she is the most blessed wife in the entire world. We didn't get there in a week, or year, etc. But the journey is worth the effort. And we sought a lot of advice from wiser and older couples through out the years. And God... I believe He answered both of our prayers, and I am very grateful for that.
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Nice story Hap - Thanks
Careful Bud -- don't encourage him...
It is a little off topic but below is something I wrote last year. It talks about how I feel about my loving mechanic wife.
The chair is empty now.
Pushed back from the kitchen table
Ö.as though you had just left.
But I know you wonít be returning today or tomorrow and
I see it clearly Ö.its empty now.
And all during the meal it was empty.
A silent reminder that you are not here.
Yet it reminded me also of your gentle smile, loving heart, kind hands,
a willingness to repeat things when I didnít quite hear you.
How Iíve missed having your hand to hold.
And who is there to share my prayer?
Oh how I wish it wasnít just the empty chair.
Itís not the same without you here.
No angel finishes the dish I leave in the sink.
No one says ďsweet dreams with JesusĒ as Iím getting ready
Ö.to drift off to sleep.
Yet if I look closely itís almost as if you are there.
So as I stare do I see you and all the wonderful things youíve brought into my life
or do I see only the empty chair?
Like so many things in life the object doesnít change,
but how I see it makes all the difference in the world.
Is the glass half empty or half full?
And is the empty chair my call to sadness because I miss you so
or my call to thankfulness for all you have done in my life
Ö.my love, my friend, my wife?
Perhaps today it is both.
So I can feel a glimmer of the sadness of losing you
but hopefully to remember to say thank you for all you mean to me
Ö.on every day I have left.
Iím so glad for what Iíve seen in the empty chair.
Iím so thankful you are only gone for the week.
And Iíll do my best to say thank you for all you mean to me,
Thanks to the lesson I learned
ÖÖfrom the empty chair.
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Too bad more guys don't feel that way about their spouses....the whole country loses when couples split permanently.
Hap, you always know just the right thing to say and just the right way to say it.
This has appeared a few times before but I don't think the date of the article had ever been included:
February 2, 2002
Grace Wagner McCathran, 89, a Washington elementary school teacher from the 1930s to 1947, died of pneumonia Jan. 28 at Clifton Woods Group Home in Silver Spring.
She had lived in Chevy Chase since 1955.
Mrs. McCathran, a Washington native, was a 1930 graduate of Central High School. She was a graduate of Wilson Teachers College and received a master's degree in education from George Washington University.
She had taught first, second and fifth grades at the Alexander R. Shepard Elementary School in Washington.
Mrs. McCathran had been a member of the Chevy Chase Women's Club and the Brookdale Citizens' Association.
She was a member of All Saint's Episcopal Church in Chevy Chase.
Her husband, R.R. McCathran, whom she married in 1947, died in 1995.