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[ATTACH] The person I lifted this image from says it’s from an old Texaco ad. Perhaps our Lizzie, she of the Havoline coursing through her veins,...
This very image appeared in one of my Facebook groups this morning, along with the note that the gas station no longer exists.
I see! And the steering wheel spokes on the ’54 are closer to directly opposite each other.
[ATTACH] In today’s mail was an envelope containing three old photos, including this image of my grandfather, wearing his hat cocked atop his...
Me too. You’ll likely find lots of similar stuff to like here.
There are now entire suburban subdivisions built to appear as though they date from the early to mid-1960s (see Starlight Village, near Austin,...
I know of people into the rockabilly scene. Judging from what I’ve seen of it (and its “subcultures”), it scarcely resembles the ’50s styles it in...
^^^^^ And then there are those who jump in to whatever their latest fascinations might be, until the next one captures their imagination....
I know of no one who leads a “vintage lifestyle,” if by that we mean eschewing all contraptions made after, say, 1945, or some other arbitrary...
It’ll be 15 years come December. We’ve lost a few regular participants to the reaper over that span. We’ve lost others to, I dunno, myriad...
And consider what an autocrat might do with a medium through which nearly all information is transmitted.
That term was unfamiliar to me until I was grown, and while it’s easy enough for most folks unfamiliar with it to deduce its meaning from context,...
My biological father died when I was 4 months old. He’s planted behind a Catholic church in rural Wisconsin, as are his and my ancestors going...
Perhaps it’s greener grass thinking on my part, but having been shuttled about quite a bit as a youngster I sometimes find myself envious of...
