Club Members Stories
When I was
young my father told many stories about selling Packard's. Those
stories, innumerable Warner Bros. gangster movies and the CBS series
"The Untouchables", and meeting Bob Newlands when I was 17, are why
I, at 62 years old, own a Packard.
more than once, regretted he'd lost a pin presented to him by Earle
C. Anthony, Inc. to commemorate my dad's accomplishment of selling
over 100 Packard's in calendar year 1947.
lucky that year. He sold 10 vehicles to a colored radio evangelist
in So. Central LA named Daddy Divine. And the '48's sold well, even
if they were tubs (that's what he always called the '48's). Folks
wanted new cars.
in '04. Later that year my mom sold her LA home and items got
handed down. In a corner of a costume jewelry drawer was a little,
tiny, pin. It was the Packard coat-of-arms. I've photographed it
laying on the back cover of the CCCA "Bulletin", for scale. The
backing is larger than the pin; it screws on in a fine jewelry
minuscule bauble be that artifact of my dad's memory, tangibly
commemorating his long-ago odd-hours hard-won
blood-sweat-and-shoeshine sales call achievement?
In '04 I'd
thought I'd carefully put it by, somewhere. Which means only that I
mislaid it. Lost it.
evening. While pawing around for Christmas card addresses I found
I send this
photograph as evidence it exists. As I have to put it by somewhere,