The first 5 or so is a place I know of....cant seem to ever catch anyone there. The other pics....not in fence in area is from a fellow I know. I will be out this afternoon looking for more stuff.
Probably the typical attitude "Oh, I'm gonna fix that one up one of these day". Then that day never comes. Then when the old timer passes away either the cars all get dragged out and crushed, or a relative looks at them and thinks "ooh, old cars! I watch Barret-Jackson, these things are worth big bucks". Y'know what I mean?
Exactly, what a shame........ Where I live , many towns prohibit this type of hoarding and waste. They limit the amount of unregistered vehicles on your property. Some allow NO unregistered. some allow up to 4 or 5. You collect them , ya better have room for them inside where the public cannot see them when driving by or the town officials will fine the property owner for each unregistered vehicle until the cost is so prohibitive the owner gives in and cleans up. Keeps these cars in the mix, so possibly someone with ambition can save them. These old cars are a part of American Heritage and should be passed on to those who have the means to preserve or restore them. Jim/Rott
We had an old friend of the family that i remember as a kid who he and his wife were hoarders and saved everything. But what most people never knew was they actually had money and really had no use for it. They owned hundreds of acres on the one particular mountain that was full of cars. Back in the early seventies the Town forced him to clean up. So this guy hired my father to take his old Ford truck with a wrecker body to go in and salvage what he could while competing with a skidder owned by a company the Town hired. My father got a percentage of scrap value for his time and the guy gave him a mint condition 62 T-Bird. The owner had cars there since he was a teenager, all he did was drive a car until it had issues or he was bored with and drove into the field and parked them. Trees grew up through them, they rotted into the ground, his farm animals were living in some, some had parts stolen off of them from folks brave enough to trespass. These folks lived in a home that had partially fallen in, was filled to the ceiling with debris and this debris is what held the rest of the home up. My parents talked them into living with us for a short while when the old man lost his toes to sugar. When they moved back out they moved into a little aluminum camper next to the road. My parents decided one day to help them get some valuables out of the home as it had fallen more. They started a fire and the old woman would tell them what to burn and what not to. My mother decided while the fire was roaring to check the contents of a box and found it filled with greeting cards for holidays/birthdays/get well/etc. What my mother also found was money. These folks had friends and family sending them money thinking they were in dire straights but all they did was tuck the money back into the card/envelope and put it away. They had already burned several boxes! So my mother took the time to go through every envelope, put the money to the side and at the days end took the woman to the bank for a deposit. This is when we found out they were not poor people by any means. They had hundreds of thousands of dollars in the bank. They also learned the old man was hoarding money in canning jars in the home and on the property so who knows how much money was lost when the cars were being hauled off. I remember in the mid 80's they got to the point they needed medical help and they could no longer live in the camper so my parents along with their doctor talked them into buying a fairly new home to live in so they could stay home and get quality care. They enjoyed the nice home but were not as contempt as they were on their own in that little camper. After they passed away family all the sudden showed up, sold the newer home, cleaned off the mountain and sold that and they stumbled on some land that even my father knew nothing about that had hundreds of cars on it. This lot was cleared of cars and also sold off. I still remember walking some of that mountain with my father amazed at everything i saw. Most of the vehicles closest to the roads were in great condition and very saveable. 40s-60's chevy and ford trucks, mustangs, camaros, chevelles, t-birds, impalas, imperials, fury's, galaxies, old tractors, dozers, etc. Some were rotted heaps, some in great condition. All scrapped. Now i go by once in awhile and just see a bare lot all grown in. The doctor who took care of them also took photos as a hobby and has been noted for taking pics of local people living as they were. In the health center hangs a pic of them standing in the doorway of their camper all smiles, junk all around them, faces covered in black soot from the kerosene hater but smiling none the less.
