Then And Now

Over the weekend, we happened upon a small antique car show which we couldn’t just

pass by. We used to have some of our own, a ’60 Studebaker,  like the one below,  and a

’50 Hudson, so it is always fun to stop and admire someone else’s dreamy wheels while

we point to the ones we’d like to drive someday when, once again, we have free time.

One of the cars was a beautiful Buick with a rumble seat, very much like one owned

by a beau of my mother’s in the 30s.  It was a gift from his father but, not being the

convertible he wanted, he took it to a garage and had the top cut right off.  Inclement

weather? No problem!  A bunch of umbrellas, conveniently stored under the seat, did

the trick back in those days of raccoon coats, bathtub gin and boola boola.

One day the Buick boy came to see my mother and said “We have to get married!”

It turned out that his family, long-time residents of an old stone house in Englewood

Cliffs, New Jersey,  were actually Canadian citizens and, in those days just before

our entrance into World War Two, were about to be deported.  My mother, always

accommodating and caring about others, ran upstairs and packed a bag and off they

went to find a justice of the peace. Somewhere along the way, my mother realized

that it would never work and called the whole thing off. So, they went to the movies

to see “Bringing Up Baby” instead. I don’t know what happened to that boy and his

family, but I always loved this story of choosing movies over marriage.

Shortly after this, my mother met a real man!  With a real convertible (top and all).

And, a real citizen, too!  There he is, my father, the one on the left with the pipe,  

high hair and his pals by his side.  Below, with his dog… who could

resist such a cool guy?

He showed up at a party at my grandparent’s house in 1941. It was love at first sight.

They eloped (what else?…it’s a family tradition) before he went to France with the


Cars have always played such a huge part in all of our lives; I guess they always will.

Here I am (below), sitting on the back of another convertible in 1950, next to my

always-glamorous mother.

 Snooks is at the wheel, looking like a Bazaar magazine cover girl in her chic scarf,

sunglasses  and, of course, the ever-present cig.  She sucked in her cheeks to get

the high cheekbones that everyone wanted.  Below, my mother (center), and her

beautiful sisters, Liz (again with the cig) on the left and Florence on the right,  reading

Bazaar.  Check out the cover. See what I mean about Snooks?

Then and now. Our love affairs with fashion, the automobile and love itself  are ones

that never let us down.


Then …………………………………………………..and now!


  1. I just discovered your blog, and I’m so glad that I found you. I was in Brimfield for the first time this past May. My best friend and I came from San Antonio, Texas after many many years of dreaming of going. We had a fabulous time and have already made plans to attend again. I went back and read your earlier posts and so enjoyed them. Please let me know when you begin selling those dreamy grain sacks online again.



  2. Oh my goodness! I LOVE these pictures! I have felt both tears and joy reading this. I remember your dad very well and your mother was always my “other” mom. I will always love her. This post has been a wonderful journey of both cars and family. LOVE IT!