Pre 1973

Oh, shit! Looks like Cap'n is sprouting wood now!

OLD ....

BUT , some may not have seen it ....

Consider the strange story of Alex and Imogene Miller of East Orange, VT.
They eked out an existence on a small farm.
Alex would scrounge rusty nails from burnt buildings to repair his roof.
He drove a ratty VW Beetle, and when it died, he found another even more ratty, and another...the rusting carcasses littered his yard.
Alex died in 1993, and Imogene died in 1996.
The local church took up a collection so they could be buried in the churchyard, and the state began the process of taking the farm for taxes.

That would have been the end of a sad story, except..............

Forget the VW:
a '28 Franklin and a '23 HCS lurk inside.
While preparing the estate for auction, the sheriff discovered a cache of bearer bonds taped to the back of a mirror.
That triggered a comprehensive search of the house and outbuildings.
The estate auction would eventually be handled by Christies, and it would bring out collectors from all over the world..

1913 Stutz Bearcat went for just $105,000.
Must have been the bad tire.

It seems that Alex Miller was a Rutgers grad, son of a wealthy financier.

He lived in Montclair, NJ, where he founded Miller's Flying Service in 1930.

He operated a gyrocopter (look it up, it's too much of a digression) for mail and delivery service through the 30's.

But the Millers had a secret, and they moved from Montclair when they needed room for it.

Step behind the wheel of a 1916 Stutz Bearcat.

Choosing to live low profile, and paranoid about tax collectors, Miller moved to the farm in VT, and took his collections with him.

Most of his cash had been exchanged for gold and silver bars and coins, which he buried in various locations around the farm.

He carefully disassembled his gyrocopter, and stored it in an old one-room schoolhouse on his property.

He then built a couple of dozen sheds and barns out of scrap lumber and recycled nails.

In the sheds he put his collection.

Have to remember to clean that '20 Bearcat out of the shed.

Alex Miller had an obsession with cars.

Not just any cars, but Stutz cars.

Blackhawks, Bearcats, Super bearcats, DV16's and 32's.

He had been buying them since the 1920's.

When Stutz went out of business, he bought a huge pile of spare parts, which was also carefully stored away in his sheds.

A Springfield Rolls Picadilly Roadster , made in Illinois.

Sometimes, he would stray, and buy other "special cars", including Locomobiles, a Stanley, and a Springfield Rolls Royce.

He never drove them.

He'd simply move them into his storage sheds in the middle of the night, each car wrapped in burlap to protect it from any prying eyes.

Over the years, the farm appeared to grow more and more forlorn, even as the collection was growing.

A snappy car: 1921 Stutz Bearcat. Occasionally he would sell some parts to raise cash.

Rather than dipping into his cache, he would labor for hours making copies of the original parts by hand.

Stutz factory spares.

Cylinders and pistons from a brass era Stutz in foreground.

Collectors knew him as a sharp trader, who had good merchandise but was prone to cheating.

His neighbors had no clue at all, they thought Alex and Imogene were paupers, and often helped out with charity.