Some old Photos for your enjoyment
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There's a car in that picture?"Nailhead" V8, and the transmission
was the Twin Turbine Dynaflow They used the dynaflow for years as a 'CVT'. Nailhead was a poor high angle block that had major problems but they used it as they had a straight 8 (or 6) previously and didnt re-design the under the hood space. Same with the V6 in the capri, used to have a straight 4. J2 was progressive linkage, hot rodders originally just added flanges for the extra carbs so the middle(normal) position was the primary and secondary were the outside. Pontiac (Bonneville) actually made all work the same, which mopar followed. IIRC, ford started the dual 4 barrel that has progressive secondaries. Stromberg (IIRC '97 & kinda 'hidden' in the design) was the first with the vacuum power valve so often used by hotrodders.
was the Twin Turbine Dynaflow They used the dynaflow for years as a 'CVT'. Nailhead was a poor high angle block that had major problems but they used it as they had a straight 8 (or 6) previously and didnt re-design the under the hood space. Same with the V6 in the capri, used to have a straight 4. J2 was progressive linkage, hot rodders originally just added flanges for the extra carbs so the middle(normal) position was the primary and secondary were the outside. Pontiac (Bonneville) actually made all work the same, which mopar followed. IIRC, ford started the dual 4 barrel that has progressive secondaries. Stromberg (IIRC '97 & kinda 'hidden' in the design) was the first with the vacuum power valve so often used by hotrodders.
Pistolero
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Not sure what a "high angle block" is, but the V8 Buick was a normal 90 degree design. The valves
were all in a line, apparently that gave it the "nail head" (valves like a row of nail) monicker.
Worked fine for us. The 50s were simpler times, and cheap gas meant that fuel economy wasn't
high on the list. Lots of torque, smooth driving was what was wanted, and delivered. I suspect
that for hotrodders looking for max power, the straight row of valves wasn't the best, so things
moved on. By even 1959 or so HP was the name of the game, at least to a degree and the
Hemi, Wedge and 409 and such were coming into their own.
That middle carb normal, end carbs secondaries is what the Edelbrock manifold for my brother's
flathead Ford had. Bigger carb in the middle, too. Linkage only opened the two end carbs at the
last part of the throw.
I guess the transmission idea was similar to a CVT, since apparently they only used low gear, manually selected,
not normally used, for steep hills or descending a grade to get extra engine braking. I guess it really
was pretty much a CVT using the variable torque converters to deliver smooth flow of power, and a very
high torque engine to help.
You can see the "J-2" on the valve cover in that picture of the 371 Old engine that Rick used to have.
Bill
were all in a line, apparently that gave it the "nail head" (valves like a row of nail) monicker.
Worked fine for us. The 50s were simpler times, and cheap gas meant that fuel economy wasn't
high on the list. Lots of torque, smooth driving was what was wanted, and delivered. I suspect
that for hotrodders looking for max power, the straight row of valves wasn't the best, so things
moved on. By even 1959 or so HP was the name of the game, at least to a degree and the
Hemi, Wedge and 409 and such were coming into their own.
That middle carb normal, end carbs secondaries is what the Edelbrock manifold for my brother's
flathead Ford had. Bigger carb in the middle, too. Linkage only opened the two end carbs at the
last part of the throw.
I guess the transmission idea was similar to a CVT, since apparently they only used low gear, manually selected,
not normally used, for steep hills or descending a grade to get extra engine braking. I guess it really
was pretty much a CVT using the variable torque converters to deliver smooth flow of power, and a very
high torque engine to help.
You can see the "J-2" on the valve cover in that picture of the 371 Old engine that Rick used to have.
Bill
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Pistolero
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I think the only chrome is the air cleaners, but the paint quality is so gorgeous that some of
that stuff that was probably just black engine paint the old days looks like an exterior
metallic paint job, super shiny, could even pass for chrome. I looked again and see the
fancy chrome valve cover wing nuts and maybe a chrome or aluminum fan hub and
thermostat housing. I think I see what you mean. But the paint is nearly as shiny as
the chrome.
I suspect that was not the kind of paint job an ordinary motor got in the 50s.
that stuff that was probably just black engine paint the old days looks like an exterior
metallic paint job, super shiny, could even pass for chrome. I looked again and see the
fancy chrome valve cover wing nuts and maybe a chrome or aluminum fan hub and
thermostat housing. I think I see what you mean. But the paint is nearly as shiny as
the chrome.
I suspect that was not the kind of paint job an ordinary motor got in the 50s.
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JonB
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Neat old photo I found on a FB group.
"Hostess, Dorene Georgensen, left, examines powder measure at Sportsmen's Show as A. C. Jackson, center, explains function.
Liz Morley, right, checks over new Nylon 66 rifle.
Display is part of Shooters exhibit at Pan-Pacific Auditorium.
Winfield Arms Co. has complete gun section featuring latest for shooter and hunter.
Mr. Jackson is president of Winfield Arms Co. which occupies one block in downtown Los Angeles, h
e imports rare firearms.
Photograph dated: April 8, 1959."
"Hostess, Dorene Georgensen, left, examines powder measure at Sportsmen's Show as A. C. Jackson, center, explains function.
Liz Morley, right, checks over new Nylon 66 rifle.
Display is part of Shooters exhibit at Pan-Pacific Auditorium.
Winfield Arms Co. has complete gun section featuring latest for shooter and hunter.
Mr. Jackson is president of Winfield Arms Co. which occupies one block in downtown Los Angeles, h
e imports rare firearms.Photograph dated: April 8, 1959."
L Ross
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There were two styles big air cleaners for the J-2. A big diamond shaped one and a big round one with two "snorkles". They are worth 1500 bucks today because they got taken off and replaced with chrome parts, and eventually were misplaced or thrown out. Luckily, I have my original still with J-2 decals on it.And I only had one air cleaner.
JWFilips
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Since we are coming up on the labor day weekend Thought I would share this one with you from my part of the country
Thanks To Shorpy.com!
A view of the Pennsylvania Breaker. “Breaker Boys” remove rocks and other debris from the coal by hand as it passes beneath them. The dust is so dense at times as to obscure the view and penetrates the utmost recesses of the boys’ lungs. South Pittston, Pennsylvania. January 1911. Photograph by Lewis Wickes Hine. From the 1906 book The Bitter Cry of the Children by labor reformer John Spargo: Work in the coal breakers is exceedingly hard and dangerous. Crouched over the chutes, the boys sit hour after hour, picking out the pieces of slate and other refuse from the coal as it rushes past to the washers. From the cramped position they have to assume, most of them become more or less deformed and bent-backed like old men. When a boy has been working for some time and begins to get round-shouldered, his fellows say that “He’s got his boy to carry round wherever he goes.” The coal is hard, and accidents to the hands, such as cut, broken, or crushed fingers, are common among the boys. Sometimes there is a worse accident: a terrified shriek is heard, and a boy is mangled and torn in the machinery, or disappears in the chute to be picked out later smothered and dead. Clouds of dust fill the breakers and are inhaled by the boys, laying the foundations for asthma and miners’ consumption. I once stood in a breaker for half an hour and tried to do the work a 12-year-old boy was doing day after day, for 10 hours at a stretch, for 60 cents a day. The gloom of the breaker appalled me. Outside the sun shone brightly, the air was pellucid, and the birds sang in chorus with the trees and the rivers. Within the breaker there was blackness, clouds of deadly dust enfolded everything, the harsh, grinding roar of the machinery and the ceaseless rushing of coal through the chutes filled the ears. I tried to pick out the pieces of slate from the hurrying stream of coal, often missing them; my hands were bruised and cut in a few minutes; I was covered from head to foot with coal dust, and for many hours afterwards I was expectorating some of the small particles of anthracite I had swallowed. I could not do that work and live, but there were boys of 10 and 12 years of age doing it for 50 and 60 cents a day. Some of them had never been inside of a school; few of them could read a child’s primer. True, some of them attended the night schools, but after working 10 hours in the breaker the educational results from attending school were practically nil. “We goes fer a good time, an’ we keeps de guys wot’s dere hoppin’ all de time,” said little Owen Jones, whose work I had been trying to do. From the breakers the boys graduate to the mine depths, where they become door tenders, switch boys, or mule drivers. Here, far below the surface, work is still more dangerous. At 14 or 15 the boys assume the same risks as the men, and are surrounded by the same perils. Nor is it in Pennsylvania only that these conditions exist. In the bituminous mines of West Virginia, boys of 9 or 10 are frequently employed. I met one little fellow 10 years old in Mount Carbon, West Virginia, last year, who was employed as a “trap boy.” Think of what it means to be a trap boy at 10 years of age. It means to sit alone in a dark mine passage hour after hour, with no human soul near; to see no living creature except the mules as they pass with their loads, or a rat or two seeking to share one’s meal; to stand in water or mud that covers the ankles, chilled to the marrow by the cold draughts that rush in when you open the trap door for the mules to pass through; to work for 14 hours — waiting — opening and shutting a door — then waiting again for 60 cents; to reach the surface when all is wrapped in the mantle of night, and to fall to the earth exhausted and have to be carried away to the nearest “shack” to be revived before it is possible to walk to the farther shack called “home.” Boys 12 years of age may be legally employed in the mines of West Virginia, by day or by night, and for as many hours as the employers care to make them toil or their bodies will stand the strain. Where the disregard of child life is such that this may be done openly and with legal sanction, it is easy to believe what miners have again and again told me — that there are hundreds of little boys of 9 and 10 years of age employed in the coal mines of this state. John Spargo, The Bitter Cry of the Children (New York: Macmillan, 1906)
January 1911. Breaker boys in #9 Breaker, Pennsylvania Coal Company mine at Hughestown Borough near Pittston. Smallest boy is Angelo Ross, 142 Panama Street, Hughestown Borough. Photograph by Lewis Wickes Hine. | Click image for Comments.
Thanks To Shorpy.com!
A view of the Pennsylvania Breaker. “Breaker Boys” remove rocks and other debris from the coal by hand as it passes beneath them. The dust is so dense at times as to obscure the view and penetrates the utmost recesses of the boys’ lungs. South Pittston, Pennsylvania. January 1911. Photograph by Lewis Wickes Hine. From the 1906 book The Bitter Cry of the Children by labor reformer John Spargo: Work in the coal breakers is exceedingly hard and dangerous. Crouched over the chutes, the boys sit hour after hour, picking out the pieces of slate and other refuse from the coal as it rushes past to the washers. From the cramped position they have to assume, most of them become more or less deformed and bent-backed like old men. When a boy has been working for some time and begins to get round-shouldered, his fellows say that “He’s got his boy to carry round wherever he goes.” The coal is hard, and accidents to the hands, such as cut, broken, or crushed fingers, are common among the boys. Sometimes there is a worse accident: a terrified shriek is heard, and a boy is mangled and torn in the machinery, or disappears in the chute to be picked out later smothered and dead. Clouds of dust fill the breakers and are inhaled by the boys, laying the foundations for asthma and miners’ consumption. I once stood in a breaker for half an hour and tried to do the work a 12-year-old boy was doing day after day, for 10 hours at a stretch, for 60 cents a day. The gloom of the breaker appalled me. Outside the sun shone brightly, the air was pellucid, and the birds sang in chorus with the trees and the rivers. Within the breaker there was blackness, clouds of deadly dust enfolded everything, the harsh, grinding roar of the machinery and the ceaseless rushing of coal through the chutes filled the ears. I tried to pick out the pieces of slate from the hurrying stream of coal, often missing them; my hands were bruised and cut in a few minutes; I was covered from head to foot with coal dust, and for many hours afterwards I was expectorating some of the small particles of anthracite I had swallowed. I could not do that work and live, but there were boys of 10 and 12 years of age doing it for 50 and 60 cents a day. Some of them had never been inside of a school; few of them could read a child’s primer. True, some of them attended the night schools, but after working 10 hours in the breaker the educational results from attending school were practically nil. “We goes fer a good time, an’ we keeps de guys wot’s dere hoppin’ all de time,” said little Owen Jones, whose work I had been trying to do. From the breakers the boys graduate to the mine depths, where they become door tenders, switch boys, or mule drivers. Here, far below the surface, work is still more dangerous. At 14 or 15 the boys assume the same risks as the men, and are surrounded by the same perils. Nor is it in Pennsylvania only that these conditions exist. In the bituminous mines of West Virginia, boys of 9 or 10 are frequently employed. I met one little fellow 10 years old in Mount Carbon, West Virginia, last year, who was employed as a “trap boy.” Think of what it means to be a trap boy at 10 years of age. It means to sit alone in a dark mine passage hour after hour, with no human soul near; to see no living creature except the mules as they pass with their loads, or a rat or two seeking to share one’s meal; to stand in water or mud that covers the ankles, chilled to the marrow by the cold draughts that rush in when you open the trap door for the mules to pass through; to work for 14 hours — waiting — opening and shutting a door — then waiting again for 60 cents; to reach the surface when all is wrapped in the mantle of night, and to fall to the earth exhausted and have to be carried away to the nearest “shack” to be revived before it is possible to walk to the farther shack called “home.” Boys 12 years of age may be legally employed in the mines of West Virginia, by day or by night, and for as many hours as the employers care to make them toil or their bodies will stand the strain. Where the disregard of child life is such that this may be done openly and with legal sanction, it is easy to believe what miners have again and again told me — that there are hundreds of little boys of 9 and 10 years of age employed in the coal mines of this state. John Spargo, The Bitter Cry of the Children (New York: Macmillan, 1906)
January 1911. Breaker boys in #9 Breaker, Pennsylvania Coal Company mine at Hughestown Borough near Pittston. Smallest boy is Angelo Ross, 142 Panama Street, Hughestown Borough. Photograph by Lewis Wickes Hine. | Click image for Comments.
JWFilips
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As a boy growing up it's destruction was all around me! My Dad and his Dad were miners ( Our Family actually owed their own coal mine until the big companies blew it up!....did not want competitors!)
Little by little mother earth has worked to swallow up the mess!
The PA game commission range I shoot on is reclaimed mine land!
The woodlands are starting to take over this whole mess.....I still remember the burning culm dumps & the smell ! They are all but gone now! Rabbits Deer and Grouse are taking up shop here! I like it!
Little by little mother earth has worked to swallow up the mess!
The PA game commission range I shoot on is reclaimed mine land!
The woodlands are starting to take over this whole mess.....I still remember the burning culm dumps & the smell ! They are all but gone now! Rabbits Deer and Grouse are taking up shop here! I like it!
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California's Central Coast Amid The Insanity
A Hartshorne, Oklahoma, coal mining accident killed the man who would have been my paternal grandfather. He was an Italian immigrant who arrived sometime round 1906, married my grandmother in late 1908 or early 1909, had a son, then was killed five weeks before my father was born. He was 23, and it made my, then, 18-year-old grandmother a widow with an almost two-year old toddler and a newborn.
Not sure it is as much softer today as it is more advanced.
The first guy to use a horse or ox to pull a plow was intelligent, not soft. He also got far more work done in a set time frame.
We are fortunate to have the technology we have today as it allows us to have the 40 hour work week.
Since the times of early man our intelligence has always driven us to find ways to improve our life. Cavemen were certainly a hardy lot but I don’t envy them at all.
The first guy to use a horse or ox to pull a plow was intelligent, not soft. He also got far more work done in a set time frame.
We are fortunate to have the technology we have today as it allows us to have the 40 hour work week.
Since the times of early man our intelligence has always driven us to find ways to improve our life. Cavemen were certainly a hardy lot but I don’t envy them at all.