The Rogers family drove Studebakers for years. My dad in the middle between his parents in 1942. They had driven to visit us in Dallas, and I think they lived in San Antonio at that time. I'm pretty sure everyone was waiting for me to be born about then.
In 1949 my father posed in front of our Studebaker in Houston, with my sis and myself.
We had another Studebaker in St. Louis. Here my mom is posing with her daughters.
I think my family took pictures of people, usually posed, and with mostly fake smiles on our faces. The cars were something my Dad was proud of most of the time...so perhaps he posed us near them. But also they were the way to catch us up all dressed up on the way going somewhere.