1932 THREE-WINDOW COUPE

1932 THREE-WINDOW COUPE 

On loan courtesy of Toby Middelbrook:
Dirt poor but dream-rich Elmer and Edna worked from “can’t see” to “can’t see” on the 50 acres that seemed to grow nothing but rocks. Things were about to change.
It was after midnight when the sheriff's knock woke them up. “There’s a two car wreck blocking the road at Porter’s Corners. Any chance you could come over with your tractor?”
Elmer’s towing service was born.
With the accumulation of cars and trucks, it wasn’t long before a burgeoning parts business took hold. Elmer and his young son, Henry, soon took an interest in some of the old Fords they hauled in.
Mabel Smith, the town clerk, was driving home from Sunday church when a doe and two fawns ran in front of her. Standing on the mechanical brakes with no chance of stopping, she turned into the brush lining the road. Mable was unhurt, but her car fared less well. The minute they dragged it back on the road, her 1932 three-window Ford became young Henry’s favorite.
Henry turned 14 during the spring of 1952 and had his pick of any car in the yard. He planned to build himself a hot rod. Two years ago while on a tow call, Henry had a fatal heart attack leaving his widow to liquidate the 50 acres of cars.
You never saw such a sight: Grown men were fighting over cars that seemed melted into the ground with the first foot green with moss and the rest brown with rust. Not to say there weren’t some good parts to be found, but rumors of a few “mint “ cars stored in the old hay barn proved to be untrue.
Sitting back like the cat that swallowed a canary, Toby knew exactly where the treasure was. As the owner of Middlebrook Plumbing and Heating, he had developed a friendship over the years while servicing Henry’s furnace. It was during conversations over coffee after service calls that he learned the story of the faded black three-window Ford. It had 312 Y-block power, a five-speed transmission and V8 quick-change.
And that, my friends, is Toby’s story and he’s sticking to it!