How far back can you remember into your childhood? I’m guessing that most people can’t remember much before 4 years old. I’ve read that approximately 4 years of age is somewhat of a threshold of actively recalled memory experiences. This is not to say that there aren’t occasional flashback experiences—dreams and visual recalls. Some of them are often strange and seemingly unrelated to general life themes. For example, I remember a scene in our apartment, from which we moved ‘long about 1949, wherein I wanted some more milk and my mother showing me an almost empty milk bottle saying “the rest is for your Father’s coffee”.( Yes, I’m sure we could psychoanalyze that one!!) Certainly unpleasant repressed experiences are somehow retained on an unconscious level. Pleasant things are likewise often retained as an aura or overall good feeling. I surely can’t remember much prior to four years of age but I do have a sort of flashback memory in the context of automobiles. How odd! Does this mean that automobiles are somehow genetically programmed into me? If you buy Darwin’s theory of evolution (being of a scientific background I certainly do!) then it is certainly possible and more than likely so. Hey, generations of birds seem to automatically be programmed to ….fly south, then north again, visit the same bird feeders, and eat the same things, generation after generation, right? Without a doubt old cars are a major part of the Schweitzer lineage dating back to the beginning the automobile era and my Grandfather Charles. He would have been about 12 years old at the turn of the century—1900—and witness to the beginning of the great age of automobiles. Yes, I know, the old nature verses nurture debate comes into play. Why me and not my sister or brother who have little interest in automobiles? I buy the genetics!
It was a long time ago, say about 1960. I would have been about 14 years old then and would have recently become very much interested in automobiles. Back then age 14 was a magical time when you first really became aware that having a real car—as opposed to plastic model cars– was going to soon be a real possibility. Some of us spent our lunch money buying the Reader’s Digest sized custom car magazines of the time and dreaming about what car we would soon have in just two more years. I also recall spending way too much time in study hall drawing hot rods and custom cars when I should have been studying school subjects. About this time my family acquired a robin’s egg blue 1959 Mercury and for some reason it coincided with my unexpected introduction to Cream of Wheat cereal. Talk about a weird association; forever afterward I associated Cream of Wheat with 1959 Mercurys.
Perhaps it’s a quiet little secret of mine. O.K., yes, I occasionally look at………sports cars. Mia Culpa. I am guilty……of occasionally thinking about cars other than bona fide antiques. Actually I have been quietly keeping an eye on Miatas for quite a while—they have been around for some 23 years now.
Here’s one of those little known facts about a place in the Garrettsville community that maybe you didn’t know about because you can’t see it and you’re not an old car person. It’s not obvious; it’s in a barn behind a spacious older house. The only tipoff you might notice is a brightly colored blue and white 1956 Studebaker Champion off to the side in the yard. Studebaker always made flashy, sometimes oddball color schemes, and you notice the car from the road. If you pull down the driveway you will encounter a fairly nice, sedately gray-brown bathtub 1940s Packard in the drive and a couple other old cars and trucks. …… And cats!
Holy Mackerel, the South’s gonna rise again, in Hiram! Well, maybe not THAT Robert E. Lee, but never-the-less, Mr. Bob Lee has a 1948 Chevrolet coupe sitting in front of the garage at the white house high on the hill on Rt. 82 coming into Hiram. I saw the roofline—that old ‘40s car roofline—out of the corner of my eye one day as my wife and I were going to the college athletic center. I made a mental note to knock on the door one day and find out about that car. As luck would have it Bob called me about one of the old car articles.
On September 9, 2012, a crotchety, absolutely ancient looking 1928 Studebaker Dictator made the first trip under its own power in at least 49 years to the Classic Car Show at Sunny Lake in Aurora. Likely it’s been sleeping a good bit longer than that, because sometime prior to 1963, it had been towed to a Studebaker Dealer in that disabled condition and traded for… We will never know what!. What meager information that could be garnered at the time indicated that the dealer had plans to restore it and place it in his showroom as an advertising ploy. ….BUT…. In 1963 the Studebaker Corporation was in its death throes and its dealers were on the verge of bankruptcy day by day. It is likely that the old Studebaker was purchased by the dealer a few years earlier, say in 1959 or1960, when the then- newly-introduced compact Studebaker Lark buoyed spirits and provided a welcome bit of optimism to the Studebaker conglomerate by dramatically spiking their sales curve. By 1963 though, sales had taken a nosedive thanks to competition from Corvairs, Falcons and Valiants (new compacts offered by the Big Three car makers). There was now no money for such luxuries as old car restorations. So in those last days before the Studebaker empire came crashing down this old Dictator got towed to the back of the lot along with the other junkers to be sold for scrap. Enter a then 21-year-old John Biggs who, at that time, could probably be accurately described as something of a dreamer, someone who saw value in things that mainstream society had used up and moved on from. This is a disease that some of us inveterate old car buffs seem to be afflicted with from early on in life.
The old fishing car is a concept that goes way back in my family to at least the mid 1950′s, as far as I can remember. I was maybe 9 or 10 at that time. For some reason my mother thought that we should have a second car, one that would be used primarily for fishing trips. After all, fishing was the primary recreational activity for us. It just seemed fitting to have a special car designated for that purpose. It had to be an older car, one that could get messed up and dirty, and have a large trunk to hold oily outboard motors and smelly fish and bait. My own associations to this fishing car concept include a particular old mohair smell, prickly seats, and dull, dark, interior colors. That old car mohair smell has long since vanished because the cars from the mid fifties and newer with the vinyl interiors just don’t have it. My idealized version of the fishing car was likely based on my grandfather’s 1950 Mercury which we would sometimes take fishing. I would, some years later, inherit that car.