The Indy 500, 1941 and its Pace Car.

 

The Indianapolis 500 race 80 years ago, no I don’t remember it, but it’s Pace Car made it to Marshfield sometime later.
A pace car is that special car that leads the pack around the track at the beginning of  race. Always a production car, except in 1941 !

In the late 30’s Walter P. Chrysler Sr. wanted something special for the Chrysler Automobile Co’s show off car. Walter contracted the design company  of LeBaron Automotive designs, to design and build a concept car, a dream car,  for the Chrysler Company. The first Newport Phaeton prototype  was delivered in an unbelievable  90 days !            Walter liked it and ordered 5 more.

This was Walter P. Chrysler’s Car, (Ser.# C7807503), and passed on to his son, Walter Jr.
Walters affair with his Dual Cowl Newport Phaeton was brief.
Walter died in Aug. 1940.
The car was passed on his son Walter P. Chrysler Jr. along with the continuation of the Newports on order.  Walter Jr. used the first car as a personal driver, and was seen in the Provincetown, Cape Cod, area summers when Walter was visiting their summer residence.
Walter Jr.  arranged  to have the car be featured as the official  Pace Car of the 1941 Indy 500 race.


Correct text— wrong car photo— Walters car had exposed headlights !

This was very unusual for this event,  because it was not a production car as the event  previously required.
And the only non-production car ever used  in the 500 to this day.

Well now, how, when, where, who  & why would this famous car arrive in Marshfield?

Why? Well,  it was a promotional product of Chrysler’s.
When? Sometime between 1941 & the early 1950’s.
How? while visiting  in Massachusetts, it was circulated around to dealers to keep Chrysler products up front and to draw customers into the showrooms.
Where?  Thaxter Anderson’s Plymouth / Chrysler’s dealership on Main St, Marshfield Hills, Rte. 3A.
Who? In the drivers seat is Webster Clark of Clarks Store, Humarock, and a friend of Thaxter Anderson’s.

Webbie Clark, is shown here at the Hill’s Garage.

Walters personal car repainted.

The car shown here is the #1 Newport built and owned/driven by Walter P. Chrysler, & Walter P. Chrysler Jr.
How to tell? The headlights, the first & only to have exposed, rigid, rimmed headlights the other cars had hidden headlights.

Just imagine, this legendary automobile, plying  main roads, as well as back roads of our little town of Marshfield, and few knew or even saw  it !

Lana Turners  Newport, note her vanity plate.

This car was given to Lana Turner by her Millionaire, Playboy husband, Henry J. “Bob” Topping Jr. in 1948. After their divorce in 1952, Bob regained possession.

Five of these Newports are accountable today with Walter’s car selling for $ 1,017,500, in 2011.

 

W. Ray Freden.   Formally, Seaview, Marshfield Ma.  Currently, Down East Me.

 

 

The NORTH RIVER, over 100 years ago

PART 1.

This blog contains excerpts from the Story Teller of Damonds Point, Walter Crossley, “as he remembers”.  This one was published in the Mariner Newspaper on June 1, 1972.

*Walter takes you from  points inland of the North River  and travels downstream to the New Inlet.                              There are location notes by me  ( * —–.)

“A brief description of the river is perhaps a necessity to bring things to a starting point.”
“North River is a small semi-tidal river in the area known as the South Shore of Massachusetts. The river touches or takes drainage from Marshfield, , Norwell, Hanover, Pembroke, Hanson, Rockland, and, I believe, parts of Whitman, Abington, and Hingham.”
“Before the November storm of 1898, the river was three miles longer, entering the bay at the present day parking lot in Rexhame.

(*Marshfield.)
The mouth, at that time, was partially choked with sand bars and prevented a large portion of the present rise and fall of the tide.  This condition resulted in a fresher (*fresh-water), quieter stream.”

RIVER SKATING
“I have heard my father,  and several others in his generation, tell of skating from Brick-Kiln Landing (* Pembroke), to the Life Saving Station on the end of Fourth Cliff (* Humarock/Scituate). They all agreed that the bridges had to be circumvented and that caution was required at several places, such as at the narrows ( ? ),  and at stream entrances.”

“Spearing eels and netting white perch through the ice were winter occupations.”
“A successful catch was shipped to Boston and it brought in some welcome money.  In the spring, there were runs of smelt, shad, and alewives, all commercially valuable in those days.  I can remember only the alewives or herring as they were often called.
After the storm of 1898, saltwater came much farther up-stream than it had before. When I first began to go up and down the stream, there were many acres of white cedar and blueberry swamps that had been killed by  the increase of saltwater.”

North River Ghost Trees.
Photography by Mike Sleeper.

“I was pleased to see on my most recent trip up river, that new cedars and other vegetation are growing again in the marshes. And on my uncle’s farm  (still in the family), there are now many trees.  In 1908, there were many dead trees in the low-lying area of the farm, and I was told the saltwater killed them. The fact that fresh water species, meadow corn, cattails, wild rose, and cedar, are pushing out farther into the marsh and much farther down river would seem to indicate that the old conditions are being restored”.
“Sixty years ago (* 1913 ), it is a fact that the rivers are much easier to navigate down stream than up, so, with that in mind, let us begin our trip at the first convenient place at the Pembroke Herring Run on Barker St. in Pembroke. Actually those are  shown on some maps as Barker’s River. ”
“The North River does not appear until it reaches the junction of the Barker and Indian Head Rivers, a short distance from the site of the old rubber mill (*The Clapp  Rubber Mill Co.), off Elm St. , Hanover.”
“Years ago a run of perch was the first good fishing of the spring, and it coincided pretty well with the schools’ vacation.  Almost all the boys in the neighborhood would be at the brook from early  morn’ ’til dark.  Armed with nets, hooks, sticks, spears and anything else that was available, we took some perch, a few herring, and an occasional eel. ”
It wasn’t often I got to fish alone
at my favorite spot.

But, mine is a better spot.


“Soon the real herring run started and the boys were chased off the brook. The herring in those days were serious business.”
” One of my earliest memories is of being taken to the brook to watch men with dip nets scoop out fish at the weir. Teams were hired by the town to transport live herring to sawing ponds. They lashed large hogs heads (* Wood Barrels) to wagons, filled them with water and placed the herring inside. They were then unloaded in Furnace Pond, opposite where the Nine Owls now stands.”(* Pembroke).
This loading and unloading continued until the town officials felt that enough herring had been transported to insure continuation of the run. I think every taxpayer was entitled to 100 herring.”
Barrels of live herring waiting to be unloaded.

FISH ON STICKS.
“Sticks were a common sight in these days.   I believe a dozen fish per stick were hung on the sides of barns and sheds to dry. I cannot, however, agree with those that tell of the joys of eating roast herring and hot biscuits. I will only go so far as to say the biscuits were good.”
“The herring run was at the site of the first house and the first mill in what is now Pembroke, and, before the first European settlements, Indians camped there.  In fact, one can easily imagine a group of crude shelters with fires burning at intervals and Indians eating large quantities of fish after a long hard winter.”
“Leaving the herring run, we must  leave the river and go on foot for some distance.  A thick alder swamp, which offers only a few places to pass, reached out to the junction of the brook flowing by West’s Mill ( *Junction of Rte 3, now 53, & Rte 14).
“These swamps were believed to have been created by the saw mills on the brooks. The custom was to dispose of saw-dust by dumping it into the stream. This procedure worked fine if there was a good flow of water, but as the current became sluggish, saw-dust settled and accumulated on the banks, which in turn, diverted the streams in several directions instead of one main channel.  I understand there is now a beaver dam and a pond in this area. The only use we could find for the stretch was muskrat trapping and an occasional mink and duck shooting in the fall. There may have been fish there but impossible to catch them.”

Next, PART 2 ….. to be continued as my time permits.

Keep in mind these excerpts were written in the ’70’s by Walter Crossley, ((1899-1991),  for the Mariner newspaper. I am fortunate to have a capitulation of his works that I find most interesting.

 

W, Ray Freden.
ray@wrayfreden.com

The KA-BOOM that never happened !

It was noon-time on a fall afternoon….I think it was 1963.  I was working in my shop when I heard sirens howling and a lot of commotion at the Seaview Garage on Summer St.!   Well, my curiosity got to me.  I was meandering through Charlie Langille’s orchard when a blast of gasoline fumes nearly knocked me over!  As I  rounded the corner of the garage, I saw a gasoline tanker in a jack-knife position with gas spurting from the lower side of the tank!  Gasoline was running out onto Summer St., and running down toward Seaview Ave.  One fire truck was on scene, another was very close, and more were coming on Church St.  I was very uncomfortable!  There were  two employees standing in the wide doorway smoking cigarettes!!   And then the Fire Chief shows up with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth!!  I decided then that the Seaview Garage was doomed !  I went back to my truck for my camera.

Looking north on Summer St. Warren Ave. on the right.

 My return to Summer St. was two-plus houses away from this gonna-be-disaster!  The gasoline had reached Seaview Ave., and was being contained as best as they could do.  There was no foam available.
The fumes were overwhelming!  A truck-load of sand showed up and the workers did a good job of keeping the flow from running further down Summer St.

THAT’S GASOLINE !
Summer St. and Seaview on the right looking north.

I got three shots and ran out of film with no back up! I watched in amazement,  realizing that with all the action a spark from anywhere would have been a disaster for the Garage as well as the abutting homes!
This happened because the tanker truck was not the usual large tanker with eight wheels under the tank.  It only had one axle and four wheels with no fuel company logo on it.   It was a gypsy delivery company and new to the area. The regulars would come from the northerly direction on Summer St., turn onto Station St. southerly to the end, and make a turn northerly on Summer St. They would then stop and unload, heading north to leave without any turning. The gypsy made a tight turn to head back northbound, and as he did an angle iron support holding the mud flaps pierced the tank. Nothing could be moved because ripping it back out could have created a spark and KA-BOOM !

Looking south on Summer St., Seaview Ave. on the left

I kept my distance!  The Fire Department stayed well into the night keeping vigil, and the sand truck crews continued unloading much sand on Summer St.   The gasoline did evaporate and the sand was swept up and removed without incident.

The Fire Department unbolted the angle iron support and removed it from the near-empty tank, under a full stream of water preventing any spark……an extremely dangerous operation!   KUDOS to the Fire Department !  BOO-DOS to the smokers !

W. Ray Freden,      The Village of Seaview.  1934 – 2005.

 

 

                                       West Pembroke, Maine, 2005-  ?

Sea Smoke in our bay