Wally Gets His ’28 Ford Running and Gets Arrested

My [Wendell Caley’s] father was driving a 1936 Packard eight-passenger with fold-down seats behind the front seat. We had five kids so we needed a big car.

When I was 16, I started driving and I was driving a 1933 Chevy for not much money. He gave it to my brother Paul and me when we were just 12 and 13 years old. We took the car apart and then rebuilt the engine. We were living at 100 Fairview, Yeadon, Pennsylvania (19050) and we had a big yard, so we’d drive the car around it. I eventually registered the car.

Camp Sankanac ca. 2012Our family had been sent to Camp Sankanac [68 Bertolet School Road, Spring City, PA 19475], near Pughtown, Pennsylvania. One of the men, Vaughn Smith, at Aldan Union Church was director of the boys’ camp. I think I was 16 when Wally and I were both counselors there.

1928 Ford Closed-Cab They had an old, maybe 1928 or 1930, Ford truck that had been sitting there for years. It had no registration on it. Wally saw this old Ford truck and wanted it. And I don’t remember whether he paid for it or just took it.

I towed that car from Sankanac to the Duncans’ home with my ‘33 Chevy. I can remember driving along those narrow Pennsylvania roads, with a creek on the left side and a gully on the right, and looking in the rearview mirror to see Wally’s terrified face. I was going too fast. Thankfully, there was no mishap.

1930 Ford RoadsterWally got the car home to Riverview [325 Riverview Cove, Drexel Hill, PA 19026] and he drove it around Drexel Hill with no registration. He had to get it running first. After he got it running, he was arrested by the police. As I recall, he was not yet 16.* The truck was brought back to the Duncan home and he was reprimanded severely by the police and by his father.

I did help him work on it, but I don’t think he repainted it. Painting in those days was very tedious: paint brush and paint can.

Wally came over to my house in Yeadon and he was helping me work on the ’33 Chevy. He was using an old-fashioned pump. He was pumping the tire up on my car or my bicycle. His hand came down quickly and the tube cut his hand. It was a pretty bad cut, but I don’t remember if we took him to the local hospital, which was Mercy Fitzgerald Hospital, near where I lived.

He could bike over to our house. And I would bike to his house, too. It was quite a trip. We lived 6, 7, 8 miles apart. We took busses also. 

*NB: Wendell Caley was born in January of 1928. If he was 16 in this story, then it was 1944. Wally was born in May of 1929, so he would have been 15.

excerpt from a Skype conversation between Wendell Caley (longtime friend of the Duncan family) and Dawn Harrell (Steve’s daughter), January 29, 2013

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  • Dad, can you tell the story of Wally spray-painting the car by attaching the vacuum hose to the opposite end of the vacuum?
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2 thoughts on “Wally Gets His ’28 Ford Running and Gets Arrested

  1. vgorman63

    My mom said she was a councilor and lifeguard at Camp Sankanac. She said there were 2 sessions of the camp; once session for African American children, which my mom loved and counciled for their camp and the other session for white kids. She remembers the African American children singing songs and then they asked my mom to sing she said she couldn’t sing well, but she did sing one song and afterward the little kids said, “Miss Lee, when you said you couldn’t sing, you was not kiddin’ “. 🙂

  2. Steve Duncan, second generation

    Wally, a very persuasive project-idea guy, offered to, for a price I’m sure, paint Dad’s (Taylor, Sr.) Hudson, which at the time was a “gunmetal gray” but faded and road-tarnished. This was early in the Wally/Bev marriage when they lived in Manchester By the Sea on the North Shore of Massachusetts. Dad, was manipulated and caved into another scheme of the eldest brother/son of our immediate family. The ingredients of another machination brought together. The garage/barn the caretaker’s house of the main mansion was below the place where the young couple lived and Jimmy was already part of the family while Wally was continuing at Gordon College.
    The green paint, tape and spray painter were rounded up as were the always-dependable younger three brothers (willingly-corralled). The spray machine was an old Electrolux vacuum cleaner which had at the other end of the vacuum plug-in a place where one could push in the long flexible tube and have air blow out. Unfortunately, the air power provided only surpassed the pressure of a kitten’s sneeze by 0.0002 mph. The end result of masking tape and protecting all surfaces not gunmetal in color and then using the Rub Goldberg paint-thrower machine was a texture of jungle-green macadam not matter how we tried to polish it down after it dried. Even a night’s wait didn’t change the skin of this green-monster. Chalk up another victory for big brother, the one who turned out to be quite an engineer and manager of tool companies, but they weren’t vegetation green nor run by an English vacuum contraption, just quite successful and without brother contribution.

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