Carlton World

[CarltonHendricks]

Originally Posted by ooo-ribay

Great thread, Carlton! What amazes me most, besides your pickups, is the amount of info you are able to find on your acquisitions. Old ads, newspaper articles, etc. How do you find all the background information? You must be using more than just Google...

Thanks Rob…I have a subterranean research facility of four square blocks I access by elevator. Once down there I use a moped to get to the section I want…Just kidding…I have a fair amount of reference material I’ve collected over thirty plus years…but mostly I use the internet….

[ooo-ribay]

Originally Posted by CarltonHendricks

Thanks Rob…I have a subterranean research facility of four square blocks I access by elevator. Once down there I use a moped to get to the section I want…Just kidding…I have a fair amount of reference material I’ve collected over thirty plus years…but mostly I use the internet….

You had me going, until I got to the moped. I thought you were gonna say you worked for the intelligence community.

[CarltonHendricks]

A month ago I went out antiquing on a Sunday afternoon…last store of the day I saw this 12 foot boat sales sign…great folk art but where was I gonna put it...It was so cool I hated to not get it…the worn blue lettering had me…But I had to think hard where I could hang it…the store was closing so I told them I’d have to give some thought and the dealer gave me his best price to ponder…After racking my brain I thought of a spot that might work…got home and measured, just barely fit but I could make it work…I called the store the next day and they delivered it for $50.00...It's from the San Francisco Bay Area...too bad it's not inscribed on the back "New London Boat Sales, Purveyor to Yale Crew Team"....has that look...

So we set up a delivery time…and I started thinking…I got non-sport antiques to move….he’s an antiques dealer…why not sell him some stuff…I had a great folk art bread sign with gold paint displayed in my kitchen for years…but I got a porcelain NYC Municipal Railway sign I wanted to put there…so it was time to move out the bread sign…He bought that and a locker room bench I got at Alameda but ended up not wanting…thank the Lord I paid for the boat sales sign plus got rid of stuff….win-win for everybody…Once I get organized I’ll get it hung…

[bgar3]

Like you I also love the blue, but the rope outline makes it different. Very nice.

[CarltonHendricks]

Last Sunday I got up at 3:00AM and went to a gas bash in Wilton Ca about 1 ½ hour drive. Wilton is at the bottom of the foothills of the Gold Country…not all that far from Sacramento…got there right about the time the gate opened. Gas bashes are mostly petro related advertising but other advertising shows up. I didn’t find anything sports so just to prove I was there I got a little porcelain San Francisco Water Department no trespassing porcelain sign for my bathroom, for $35.00



Later that day I went to an antique mall in Roseville and got a great motorcycle photo of Miny Waln and Sprouts Elder side by side astride motorcycles… Miny Waln was National Speedway Champion in 1930, 1932 and 1933…Sprouts Elder also won the National Speedway championship in 1925… Waln’s grandson has a blog all about him http://minywaln.blogspot.com/ …I also got an American Motorcycle Association arm band. Down below is a bio of Waln…

After that find I continued around the store and spotted a very unusual tennis trophy…I thought was a trophy that is…It turned out to be a dinner gong missing the gong. I couldn’t resist it. I could tell it was English. During the Edwardian era 1900-1910 they produced a lot of silver plate decorative tennis nick-knacks such as this.

The Following biographical sketch of AMA Motorcycle Museum Hall of Famer Miny Waln is courtesy minywaln.blogspot.com
Minard H. Waln, known the length and breadth of the short track racing world as the "Mighty Mite,” was born in Cedar Rapids, Iowa November 20, 1901. Miny spent most of his school and boyhood days on the family country estate, taking long courses in the art of hunting, fishing, hiking and the like.

After finishing school, Waln began traveling and visited Richmond, Virginia during the war. His racing career began in 1918 at the age of 16 and in his first year racing he took the Iowa State Championship. "I rode a Pope at Cedar Rapids my first race" Miny said. "The favorite was a scrappy guy named Peanuts Spurgeon, of Marion, Iowa. He was taking bets he would lap me. I chased him down to the finish line and almost nosed him out." After winning in the East, he came to Los Angeles, California in 1924 and raced on the 5/8 mile Ascot track along with other venues at The Beverly Hills 1¼ mile board track, Long Beach, Emeryville, San Diego and numerous other tracks. He rode primarily Indian, JAP, Douglas, Crocker and even threw his leg over a Harley-Davidson Motorcycle during his brilliant racing career.

The biggest crowd he ever appeared before was at Syracuse, New York where 90,000 fans saw him take the nationals in 1930. Syracuse was then the Indianapolis for bike racing. The major factory teams were there, men like Jim Davis, Joe Petrali, Freddie Ludlow and Andy Hader. Miny had won there in 1929 also.

In 1931 at the Breakfast Club, was the night when short track racing started in Southern California. Miny, with his experience, was a natural over the kids at the new sport. Only Sprouts Elder stood in his way. They ran nip and tuck as top scratch riders for a while, and then Miny took the lead. Sprouts retired and for a couple of years Miny ruled the roost. When the Breakfast Club shut down, Waln retraced his steps to Richmond. Virginia. There he won two national championships at the Richmond Decoration Day race meet and returned to California shortly thereafter, where he continued to thrill speedway fans.

Waln, the first man to introduce the Comerford JAP machine into the United States, held records at practically all tracks of the western circuit. Some of the records were Oakland, Ca. 4-lap handicap record, Fresno, Ca. 4-lap scratch, Gilmore Stadium, 4-lap handicap, Atlantic Stadium 2-lap, San Diego, Ca. 1-lap title and Bakersfield Ca.; he held the 5 mile record on big track.

In all he held 15 national title medals and was a 3 time National Champion from 1930-1932. He retired from racing speedway in 1938.

The late 30’s brought on a different form of racing. Miny built midget cars and stacked up prize money with Louie Foy behind the wheel of the Dale Drake Special. He went to work for Lockheed in 1938 where he was in charge of a hydraulic crew for years and then went on to be a supervisor on final assembly and finally a test mechanic.

Throughout his career his pretty wife Gwynie was ever present at the races. She was immensely popular with the motorcycle fraternity. The great tragedy of Miny’s life was when Gwynie succumbed to a brain tumor in 1963. They had traveled the country and had been inseparable for 37 years.

Joe Walker, of Santa Ana, former Sprouts Elder Mechanic, who watched Waln race for years, observed, “Miny was one of the all-time greats. He was such a mild mannered, soft-spoken gentleman, nobody would suspect he was such a tiger in action and tough enough to take such a battering over two decades and quit in one piece.”

Miny purchased some land in a small town about 100 miles east of Los Angeles, known as Hemet, California. There he owned property that consisted mainly of apricot orchards. He raised his two daughters and retired, being close to them and his grandchildren. Miny would frequent the local tracks at the time and shared in many reunions, seeing his old friends and fellow racers at tracks that continued to prosper such as Costa Mesa Speedway. Miny passed away in 1991, but I am sure he is riding faster than he ever dreamed. A true legend in his time, he was always looking for a way to do whatever he could to outrun the competition. Godspeed Miny!

[Leon]

Awesome stuff, Carlton!! Thanks for sharing...

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[Bill Rayburn]

Great tennis trophy, gong...what ever. One of the best trophy's I ever had was tennis. Probably 25 yrs ago, sold it to your buddy Herbert. The University of Arkansas has never been the same without him.