A lil heavy reading...get it...wagons..ahh..fugetit

Those are COLLECTOR Items!

WOW!

 

I'll bet ya EBay got busy after that post.

 

I've got the '57 sales brochure that includes the Wagons.

A couple '57 truck publications with Sedan Delivery.

I'm certain the hard bound books I have on Classic Chevies and cars of the 1950s include Wagons in then. (never opened them is why I have to guess about it)

Of course the years of Classic Chevy club magazines include '55/6/7 Wagons in them. I was in CCI from 1978-1992 when I got fed up with them and dropped out. A club members ONLY special in 2002 got me to re-join.

 

Brought to you by our host - WWW - One of those Ford Station Wagon Living books! Good stuff. Check out the child seat design - made of wood, no less.

http://knittingiris.typepad.com/knitting_iris/2008/05/ford-treasury-o.html

 

Book one is there too:
http://knittingiris.typepad.com/knitting_iris/2006/08/station_wagon_l.html

You gotta read the comments. Why do we love our wagons? The reasons are the same as when these books came out.

 

Check out the child seat design - made of wood, no less.


What's wrong with that?

 

Nada, but the DOT and Child agencies wouldn't let that fly today.

 

My child car seat had a chrome metal frame, the two cushions were red, it had a steering wheel with a beeping horn and a strap that came up between my legs. (hey dad. try not to slam on the brake again will ya?)


I remember that part of the metal frame of the car seat slipped between the car's seat cushion. To hold it in place.

Mostly I remember standing beside my dad in the seat. (no. he was setting down. for those who were wondering why my dad was standing up driving?)

 

The milkman stood up. Hard braker was he?

 

My dad was a milkman - drove a Divco (standing up), then later a Ford F-450 chassis-cab with a refer-body. Both had a 'seat' mounted on a hinged arm so you could swing it forward to access the ice box behind you. Generally, you drove it sitting down from the dairy to your route area, then standing up during your route (mostly). I went with him a few times. We would drive down the San Diego freeway at 55mph with the bi-fold doors open.

Surprisingly, his feet and knees held up fairly well after years of this work (including the constant climb up / step down process). It was his fingers and hands that took the most abuse - always in the ice; having to pick up multiple bottles with one hand, etc. (This was in the days before plastic bottles. They had the cartons, but most home delivery was with bottles.)

 

Aaahhh. The good ole days. Divco's have become quite collectable of late.

Our milkman in the 50's had dark green ford step side 3/4 ton trucks. The dairy actually had cows and was less than a mile away.

 

The milkman stood up.

Funny. Cause I've teased my dad for years the milkman was my father.

He always laughed. My mother on the other hand didn't take the joke so kindly.

Our milkman was greepy. (his daughter wasn't much better) We used to call him Smallybawg. His last name was Smallenbarger.

 

My mom acted likewise. No sense of humor on that topic.

 

That's not an area I would have ever broached with my father. He was a faithful, hard-working man. Working in one of the more affluent areas of Los Angeles (actually putting the milk inside the fridge for most customers), he may have had some opportunities, but I don't think he would have acted on them.

Also, as an aside, that kind of comment about who your father is kind of dishonors your mother, don't you think?