The Jalopy Journal
Discussion in 'The Hokey Ass Message Board' started by Dog427435, Dec 18, 2009.
Picnic with the 59 Ford 4 door
Some guys prom date that lost a bet
Looks like a 33 Plymouth to me, not a 1933 Continental Beacon.
OK.... Tab "A" will go into slot "B", the quarters will bend right about here, but by that time, our "Funny Lookin' car" will be known by everybody.....
She is about to drive down the road like that with her head hanging out the window to drive and dumping clods of snow behind them. I have followed many of them and they have no clue why they got pilled over.
In our old Westside of Long Beach neighborhood, the Helms guy had the market cornered. There were two trucks rolling in the neighborhood. One was the Helms Truck and the other was the fresh fish guy with the freshest fish in the area. The bread truck had tons of goodies. The neighborhood kids and MOMs stopped the truck every afternoon.
The fish guy must have had connections to the nearby harbor and the fishing fleets that come in daily. He usually followed the Helms truck about 30 minutes later. My mom swore on the freshness and quality of the tuna, sea bass and albacore when they were in his refrigerated truck.
Since the Helms guy came almost every day, the kids knew what time and what day he would arrive. Of course, doughnuts were the main thing from those pull out drawers. But as we got older and had a weird juvenile delinquent streak in us, we played tricks on the Helms guy. We tried the old “switch the big bills with smaller ones” and ask for change from the big bills. “My mom gave me a $10 dollar bill, not a $5.” But, the Helms guy made a killing on all of us, because of his daily sales.
One time, I discovered that he had a rack behind his driver’s seat loaded with new packs of cigarettes. (What is a Helms Bread/Donut truck doing with cigarettes for sale?) When I made my discovery known to our group, of course the next day was an adventure of sorts. The problem was how to get the packs of cigarettes out of the cab of the big truck. In a regular car, one could lean in the window and grab something. But the Helms trucks were taller and virtually theft proof, because of the height of the doors.
Our little group of boys and girls made the usual stop in the back of the Helms truck. But, the driver made the mistake of leaving the driver’s door open, being in a hurry to get back to his high income sales to all of us. I happen to be next to the door with a neighborhood girl. She encouraged me to reach in and get some cigarette packs. So, being the nice young man that I was, I came out with 4 pack variety, one from each row to make sure the driver did not notice one row being empty.
Later in the backyard hang out area, we all laughed and had a great time with those delicious Helms donuts. And, we all had a cigarette after the nice afternoon meal.
Kids will be kids…
BOLO issued for Jnaki. Armed and dangerous. Approach with caution. LoL
I remember these as a kid.
“The Helms Bakery was a Southern California fixture for decades, from 1931 to 1969. Their slogan was “Daily at Your Door” and their products were delivered throughout southern California by delivery wagons packed with fresh loaves of bread, donuts, cookies and cake. Their main facility was in Culver City, Los Angeles and is still a landmark for the area, now hosting a number of restaurants and stores in what is known as the Helms Bakery District."
Thanks for the warning, but the statute of limitations has run out, since it took place in 1954. Ha! We had our own trucks coming into our neighborhood. The historic Divco trucks were never seen in our part of Long Beach. It was always one of those panel vans from GM Factories. But, they were a mainstay for many years. Despite the Helms Bakery stuff being sold at the local stores, these roving trucks played a huge part for the general public. It was a great business sense, establishing those trucks and goods in almost every neighborhood in So Cal. As time wore on, we quit seeing them roving around the neighborhoods.
That area of So Cal near the Helms Building was a hot spot in the mid to late 60’s during the “Summer of Love” years. We frequented the shops, concert venues and local hangout places. Some of the best prices for LP albums were located within a block or two of that historic building. Later on during our 20 something days, the hunt for antique furniture took us back to the Helms Building. Today, it is a historic site loaded with shops from little to the big names in merchandise.
So Cal had some interesting things going on during those heydays of growing up. This is one memory that makes me want a doughnut, right now.
When I was a kid 1950's growing up in West Allis Wi., all of us neighborhood kids knew the sound of the bell ringing for the ice cream man and for a nickel/dime heck of a treat, your picture brought up a happy memory this AM. Thank You, a great way to start my day.
This is a good place to hide the Nitrous bottle. They wont know what hit them.
Veteran Campaign cover?
Those roadsters were built like tanks. It is a wonder more drivers did not succumb to the combination of speed and concrete. Yikes. The sheet metal is buckled all the way to the cowl.
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