Life and Times of a Ford Family


How it all began...

I was born into a Ford family, immediately became a "Ford car nut," and still am a Ford car nut. My earliest recollection is of my father bringing home a 1953 Ford Victoria, a black and white 2 door hardtop. The reason I remember it so well is that it was a 3-speed stick shift and my mother, a genius in so many things, simply couldn't master shifting it. As a result, my father soon gave in and traded it for a salmon (pink) and white Victoria with a automatic transmission. A compromise that brought peace to our home! I was too young then to appreciate that both were flathead V-8s, but that fact was certainly not lost on my father.

Our family grew from that time on and our next several cars were station wagons. The Vics gave way to a 1953 Country Squire (whose wood trim rotted off in Chicago's harsh climate), followed by a 1956 Mercury wagon, a 1959 Ford Country Sedan and a 1963 Country Sedan. By the time the latter two had arrived, I'd become aware of, and appreciative of, the 332 and 352 V-8s in these big 9 passenger cars.

My father expected and anticipated my need to be involved with cars early on, and before I turned 16 in 1961 allowed me to accept from a cousin a 1950 Ford Crestliner! It was a 2-door, flathead V-8, 3-speed stick, chartreuse and black rustbucket. But it was mine to fix up! (I have no pictures of it or any other Crestliner and would appreciate an Email of a `50 Crestliner if anyone has one. Here's as close as I've found, thanks to Johnnie Lacy's "Bringing Back the Fifties" website.)

I and the gang tried to do interior and bodywork, replace the dead master cylinder, all with junkyard parts, do some priming and painting, but ultimately found too much wrong for our available cash. So we sold it and, in 1962, I bought a 1953 Ford Customline sedan from another cousin for $50. (I was brought up in a large family. My father had 8 brothers and sisters, my mother 7. Hence, ultimately, lots of cousins!) Another flathead V-8, but Fordomatic this time.

Unfortunately, I smashed it into the back of a Buick, leaving a nice circular dent in the Buick's trunk lid where my right front headlight rim hit it. So we were off to the junkyard again, this time for a fender, bumper, right grille, and headlight rim and assembly. Cheap fix but not a happy father!

Well, I didn't drive so often for awhile. But after my high school graduation and election to commute to college, I was back in the car market, looking for something newer to better assure dependability. I bought a cheap 1958 Ford four door sedan, a straight six automatic. Didn't last long; I somehow broke the crankshaft, sheared it right at the first journal. Again, off to the junkyard where Ford sixes were readily available. Swapped engines, but now had an oil burner (no warranties from our junkyards).

This began my era of rapid car turnover (1964-1967): four in three years. First, another 1958, but a 9-passenger Country Sedan (which we dubbed a "2+2+2" to mimic the "2+2" monikers of other cars of the time). A 332 V-8 automatic, it had fair pep and lotsa space. Then (Oh No), a 1960 Olds Holiday 2-door hardtop. Miles of hood, trunk lid and glass! And fluid leaks soon everywhere. Then, a great street machine, a 1963 Fairlane Sport Coupe. Buckets, console, 4-speed and a souped up 260 V-8. Fast! Fun! I loved it! Unfortunately, totalled from behind one icy day! (Thanks to the Fairlane Club of America site for the picture. Mine was white with red stripe and interior.) Again Oh No, as I used the insurance money to buy a 1964 Plymouth Fury. A red convertible with black top and interior, and a 318 V-8 and pushbutton automatic. Quick, and pretty! I confess, I loved it, too!

March 1967. Enter the Draft Board, exit the car market!

More to come...

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