It started out as a white December. Of course it was a white Christmas. By this time in the afternoon - it was looking blue. It was too cold for many photos, for me and the camera battery.
Sugar has always been my shadow dog. Now that Lucky is gone, she is sticking even closer. I’ve even caught Rocky the cat sleeping next to her. Will wonders never cease?
This is an unused Sanborn RPPC. I have never seen this image before. I’m thinking of taking photos at the same locations the photographers of some of my favorite cards used. I’d like to see the differences over the years. I will wait until it’s warmer, though. It’s 6 above now.
The back of the card:
Postmarked 12 Oct 1910 from Red Lodge, Montana. Mailed to Mr. N.V. Hoffman, U.S.S. Newark, Guantanamo, Cuba
“Dear Pal - Are you afraid to send me some views from there or don’t they make Post Cards? I am tired to-day. Just got over a fair. I will write shortly,
Floyd
Here’s a street scene in Red Lodge with Mount Maurice in the background.
It’s been over a month since I’ve posted. Life happens, thankfully. Nothing exciting to report. More snows, more melts. Here’s Gustof’s correspondence with Ruth from 1912.
postmarked Red Lodge, Montana 10 Aug 1912.
Read your card some time ago was glad to hear of you. I was over to Melsons last night. Thor was telling about making cake in Darling from Gustof
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Melsons? Making cake in Darling?
Maybe not for long.
This morning I had breakfast in Red Lodge at the Cafe Regis and said goodbye to my newfound friends, Elizabeth and Steve.
We met the other afternoon. I was in the laundromat washing a down comforter. They were obviously traveling, so I asked if they were staying in town or hitting the road. It’s a curse, being shy. Elizabeth immediately picked up on the vestiges of my accent. We soon discovered that we had been as close to being neighbors in New York as it gets.
There was so much to talk about that we decided to meet for supper later. We enjoyed a great dinner and company that night at the Carbon County Steakhouse.
Incredibly, we kept finding more things in common. Steve’s parents had owned a grocery in Queens. My father and grandparents owned a grocery in Brooklyn.
Elizabeth mentioned Wurtsboro. I asked about the gliders. Aside from being world travelers, they’re both pilots!
This morning they told me about a trip that they took yesterday through Elk Basin, to Powell and on to Cody.
They unknowingly drove right past the farm and out to where our cattle ran.
Well, I am posting cat photos.
Bill discovered the lemon catmint.
Rocky’s “helping” strip the bed.
But it seems that he really knew how to fly. He also was not thrilled to see me, and waved “bye-bye”.
Unused RPPC
Springtime in the Rockies - and all that jazz. . .
