A story first, to set the scene.
After my father recovered from his jukebox business going bust at the end of the fifties, he returned to being a salesman, as he’d done before the war. He teamed up with a small commercial refrigeration manufacturer, and became their roving sales rep, checking out new shops and following up leads, trying to explain why a custom-designed and specced ‘fridge or cool-room was better than a standard model from a big company.
This often involved going to the Queen Victoria Market (‘Queen Vic’ to Melbournites) to meet with the country growers before they got busy with customers. I remember us leaving home at three or four in the morning, driving through dark streets, and stopping at red lights when there was no other car on the road – and asking that typical little kid question: Why?
The best memory I have of those times is wandering the aisles and looking at the trucks the growers brought down from the river country – dusty old Fords, Dodges, Fargos, Inters, Chevys, and Bedfords mostly. Wow! They were so different from the delivery trucks that supplied local shops. These ones at the market were usually banged-up flatbeds, but occasionally a pickup. Nobody seemed to have a new truck; these were definitely workhorses. Aussie pickups were different from their US counterparts; ours typically ran a deeper bed, usually up to window height, to contain more load, if not necessarily carry more weight.
There were some big truck-based utes too; I remember ’41-8 Chevys had an integral bed and cab down here, and some thirties and forties Dodges, possibly others. But later trucks seemed to revert to the simpler separate bed style.
School holidays often had me accompanying Dad on trips to towns several hundred miles away to chase up prospects. Visiting farms, looking at country shops, staying upstairs in little country hotels, after traveling mile after mile on hot and dusty two-lane roads, with perhaps a lemonade at the end of it.
But back to trucks. Let’s start with one that had the greatest impact on me, the ’53-6 Ford. There was something neat about the integration of hood and fenders that appealed to me, with the lights and grille bar linked together in a single line. What a good idea;
It seemed almost every American model company did these Fords. Above we had the AMT kit. Here’s a Monogram custom-only ’55;
And a Revell ’56, originally multi-version but later custom-only;
I did see one earlier Ford, but there didn’t seem to be others of this era left. Worn out, I suppose;
I don’t remember seeing any prewar Fords, but here’s a ’40;
And a 37;
Most of them were probably in this state, or worse;
By contrast, most of the Chevys I saw were the ‘Advance Design’ generation and looked ancient. It was years later that I found they were a similar vintage to the Ford. Occasionally there was an older Chevy, this one doesn’t have the local integral bed;
Another Chevy? Okay…
Later Chevys were uncommon, as though Holden weren’t actively marketing them. Perhaps they were pushing the British Bedfords instead… empire preference, and all that. That’s not to say I haven’t built later Chevys, uncommon as they were. Here’s a ’57 Cameo;
The occasional prewar truck looked like a museum piece, rather than still being a serious piece of roadgoing machinery.
Sorry, there aren’t any Dodges from this era, or Internationals at all.
We’ll take a look at later pickups another time, including my take on Paul’s CC truck.
Nice work as usual Peter. Keep `em coming! I wish I knew how to post mine on this site.
Thanks Phil.
Posting a picture is easy. Even a technophobe like I can do it. It’s just a matter of clicking the ‘choose file’ button down below, and selecting the photo you want to post – but with two conditions: it has to be below a certain size, and in JPEG format only. I run a program called Irfanview to reduce my photos to 1060×768, which slides in below the 1200 pixel limit. Irfanview does a lot of other cool things too, most of which I’ve never tried.
Cameras (usually?) do photos in JPEG format, but if you want to share something in another format, you can find online format converters.
Light commercials do offer variety: different makes, models, colours (fleet, individual or private) and loads and you’ve got a good selection there, Peter. The weathered ones look very effective too. ‘Utes’ are perhaps the classic Australian vehicle too.
Thanks Bernard. I wouldn’t say this is the trip of the iceberg, but I have quite a few earlier and later ones I’ll write up some time.
By cripes, your old man would’ve had his work cut out trying to sell swish fridges to a bunch of cockies at sparrow’s fart! Not famed for opening their wallets for any purpose, that lot: “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, and in fact, if it is, use it anyway” would be more like their motto. Actually, quips aside, veggie-growing had always been very hard yakka, and not necessarily too profitable, either.
Sterling model work as ever, Mr Wilding. Quite taken by the green Chevs. In the outer ‘burbs of Melbourne when I was a kid in the ’70’s, plenty of old dunger utes coming out of the farms in the hills or doing local deliveries: even a couple of pre-war jobs, hard to believe as that is (though I’m damned if I remember any of the Ford ’53-on ones). I guess they weren’t travelling too far by then.
“By cripes, your old man would’ve had his work cut out trying to sell swish fridges to a bunch of cockies at sparrow’s fart! Not famed for opening their wallets for any purpose, that lot: “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it, and in fact, if it is, use it anyway” would be more like their motto.” Forgive me, please slow down and enunciate, in English…j/k
But I agree, sterling work, as ever. Very enjoyable post.
We don’t all talk like Justy writes, but we know exactly what he’s saying!
Thanks, F-85.
Ah! Quite.
“By cripes [my goodness, v old term now], your old man[father] must have had his work cut out [difficult] trying to sell swish [posh, sort-of] fridges to a bunch of cockies [farmers, still in use a little bit, probably after cockatoos, scratching at the dirt, perhaps?] at sparrow’s fart [very early or first thing in the morning]!” Oh, and “yakka” just means “work”.
Pete evoked old scenes in my mind – we trudged off to the Vic Market some Saturday morns for bulk fruit and veg purchases when I was about 4 or 5 – and that set me off into unintelligibility for the uninitiated. When I was kid, there really were still lots of old fellows who spoke in a way that barely exists any more.
Actually, I was going to start with “Well I’ll be blowed” [I am most surprised], but realized time hadn’t been kind to that one!
Yep, that’s a curse of getting old. You dredge an expression out of the memory banks only to have someone say “I haven’t heard that for ages!”
Us Aussies are like linguistic magpies, picking up shiny bits from all over the globe and working them into our everyday speech. That’s on top of English’s natural proclivity to do this anyway; we do it more. And then there’s our everyday cant that Americans surfing the net haven’t picked up on yet. Mind you (Welsh), t’ (Lancashire) Americans use some strange expressions too.
Growing up where I did in the sixties, I was surrounded by older folk from all over the English-speaking world, so heard a lot of thirties expressions, and only stopped using some of them when faced with confused looks. Not to mention picking up useful words in some other languages too, from my schoolmates.
See you anon! (Irish) 🙂
Ha – quite right about that motto! And if it’s broken, patch it up any way you can, no matter what old scrap you have to use, or how ugly it looks. If it works, all good. 🙂
He had a lot of contacts, Justy. He’d talk to others who he’d already sold equipment to. Someone might tell him that so-and-so had been talking down the pub about having to get a new whatever, and they probably said “I know this guy out of Melbourne who’ll meet you at the market at four, even come out to the farm and…” So by the time Dad got to hear about it, they’d sold themselves on having to get something. It was a case making that arrangement to meet up with them, listening to them tell him what they needed, and taking measurements so he could get back to them with a quote for what they needed, and talking up the merits of his product (GMD, and later Buffalo) over against the opposition (usually Grosvenor). Plus they seemed to appreciate that personal touch: this man Bill recommended was willing to drive all that way, at that hour, to meet with them.
Personally, I think he liked the country trips and farm visits as it gave him hours at the wheel where he had a single mission in mind, and couldn’t be contacted for other distracting reasons. Not a man for multitasking, my Dad. Like me. And it gave Mum and I a couple of quiet days without him at home.
That sounds so old-fashioned now, and also rather lovely, though I’m sure the reality of long distances on mostly two-way roads in the much-more-wearying cars of the ’60’s was probably very hard work.
Hmm, manual 170-inch XL and later 200-inch XR Falcons, no aircon or power anything of course, and Dad didn’t even have a radio. Yep, hard work. Driving 250-400 miles a day on dusty potholed two-lane. Nothing like today’s traffic volume though.
Still, the XL was better than the Series II Oxford, which was better then the MO Oxford, which was better than the ’28 Essex. Each car was a step up on what came before. Thinking about it like that, it wouidn’t have seemed too bad. The car he had was the best he’d known.
And no, Dad wasn’t doing trips like this when he had the Essex!
The ’53 Ford really was a very advanced design in how the headlights were integrated low into the grille.
These are great; enjoying your continued tour through your museum.
Yeah, that Ford was a real standout against the other trucks I saw. There was a lot more curvature and more complexity to the shape. The earlier ’48-’52 generation also had the low-set lights brought in closer to the grille, but the shape was a lot simpler and flatter.
Glad you like these, Paul. Rich has two more articles of mine in the pipeline already, and there’s plenty more of these I can write about, things I haven’t touched on. Yet.
I worked on a lot of farms all over Aussie you’d be amazed at what was laying around in sheds in the back blocks often just laying in the yard where it was towed to after dying, one place out of Manilla NSW bought a new Ford every year or two,and kept their Ford trucks in a big barn the dead display started at a Ford AA and ran thru to the early F series they just pushed them in and left them stuff still in used was from the late 50s thru 60s and International brand semi type tractor units no newer Ford rigids, they upgraded I guess, the tractors up sized too, there was a museums worth of dead tractors outside, fascinating place, there was also a paddock of dead cars but we only drove past that,
Not unusual that.
I think of one farm at She Oaks, that had two rows of cars just next to the home paddock. When one died they’d push it out next to the last one, and get a neighbour to run them into town to get a new one. About twenty cars in all, everything from ’39 Chevys through Simcas to VF Valiants. Then the bushfires went through a few years back.
Old Jack was more organised than most; more usually they’d just be pushed out of the way, not parked in rows. Or shoved in sheds, though there was one near me tucked away on a back track with a Riley Pathfinder and a Peugeot 604 poking out of it, both gone now.
These are great, I especially like the patinated ones. Shame about the lack of Dodges and International model kits.
I used to love going on road trips when it was just Dad and I, or just going to his work place and maybe getting a ride in the company truck, a 1954 Chevrolet, a real truck, much larger than a pick up. Or even one of the utes, anything other than the family car was like an adventure, and Dad always seemed more easy going when it was just us two, he would tell jokes and kid around.
Those were the times were when a kid learned the interesting things in life, being in places where work was being done by men who spoke like justy mentioned above.
“Stone the flamin crows mate !”
Thanks Jonco. Good point about learning by being around other men. Sometimes you’d be treated more grown-up, too. Given more responsibilty, and not altogether because they weren’t aware of just how old/young you were.
Yeah, a WW2-era Dodge would be nice, especially since AMT has just brought out two new Ford pickup kits in the past few months, a ’60 and a ’63, neither of which I have yet. Now we have every generation of Ford from the T through to about 2000 or so, perhaps we’ll get something different?
There’s a diecast ’37 International (thanks Zeke), but I prefer to build them for myself, so I didn’t include it in the story. I need to give it a going-over with the detailing brushes. Not a full weathering job, just some dust, shading and panel lines. … 🙂
A wonderful selection as always Peter – you’re a man of amazing talent and patience! There have been some very nice diecast 1936 Dodge pickups over the years, in 1:25 scale and smaller. I have a couple in storage to remind me of my dearly departed ’36 sedan.
Thanks Scott. A lot of it is indeed patience. Somehow I find I can be a lot more patient with a paint brush than without. Or with my hands in the earth, weeding, feeling out the roots to get the whole thing. Or with pen in hand, writing, searching for the right word. Creative things all. The talent comes with practice and enjoyment of what you’re doing.
Diecasts, yeah. At the not-so-local hobby shop I always have to walk past the diecast models to get to the kits. That’s a conscious choice; I could spend way too much. Sometimes I have bought one, and maybe detailed it, but that’s not the way I prefer to go. That way (financial) danger lies!
Beautiful work again Peter. I am so grateful you share so much with us, as your talent and expertise inspires me, in my work. As I still dabble in graphic design.
I know you had me in mind, with you lead model and photo. Just gorgeous! Your skills are amazing! The sophistication of your weathering, is museum-quality. Or better. Very professional conceptualizing, and workmanship.
Sorry for my late reply. Usually, try to post here more often. Thank you again. Your work is a treat, I and others, sincerely appreciate enjoying!
Thank you Daniel. I’ll admit I did have in mind what you’ve said before about lighting and background. Yesterday I shot about a hundred photos on the ‘viewing stage’ on the bench in my shed to get that lighting effect.
I can’t recall my thoughts when setting out to build that ’34 pickup; I think I saw those decals and thought something along the lines of ‘How far can I go with this gravel theme?’. Much of it is, mmm, a happy accident, shall we say? I’m cautious with weathering as it’s way too easy to go too far and wind up with a mess, plus it’s not something I do too often; I might only do one or two weathered models a year. I often find myself having to relearn a technique these days.
I’m sincerely honoured that you find my work an inspiration. Here’s an Edsel I finished since my Edsel story last month. I deliberately chose the colours to trip the edge of acceptability – some guys online don’t like the pairing, but it works for me. 🙂
Thank you for your reply. I am also inspired by your confidence as an artist. Your weathered examples are very well-executed. Showing, your painting technique application expertise. Even, if you don’t regularly prepare many examples, the execution is so well-done! Lighting is excellent, in the first example. And all examples here.
I love that colour combination, on your Edsel example. It stands out and works, in a positive way. The body colour appears ultramarine blue-like, with extra magenta. Definitely believable, as a period correct colour. I could genuinely see these colours used together, in a factory-original car. Nice work! The view selection, and posing is great too. I do find this a flattering angle, for Fords of that era.
And thank you again.
A few of my ‘virtual friends’ don’t like that Edsel colour combo, but one guy found some very close colours were actually available, but as far as we could tell from the literature, not used together.
Here’s another angle of that ’34.
So many lovelies ! .
I’d give my eye teeth for a ’41 ~ ’46 Chevy Ute .
I too remember farms that always seemed to have that -one- pasture that didn’t drain well where they’d push the oldies , in time they all rusted paper thin .
Farmers tend to be a frugal bunch so any possible way to affect repairs is common .
Incredible skills here, thank you for sharing =8-) .
-Nate
Thanks Nate!
There’ll be a non-model article from me coming up in the near future. I’m used to creative writing anyway; it’s just a matter of figuring out a thematic grouping as a subject, then choosing photos, and putting together a coherent narrative to tie them together. The hardest part is going back and correcting all my typing mistakes. I always seem to miss some!
As to farmers being a frugal bunch, one guy I know used to go chop some sheetmetal off a wreck whenever he needed some steel to fix something around the place. I’m sure he’s not the only one to do this sort of thing.
I was going to convert one of these into the Aussie ute, but every time I try a major conversion like that, it always seems to languish unfinished. So as well as the green ’41, here’s a brown one. 🙂