THINGS TO DO IN DENVER WHEN IT SNOWS
I was born in Denver, Colorado. We moved when I was teeny and I have absolutely no memory of the place, although we drove through a couple decades back on a family vacation. Denver is a mile up at the base of the Rocky Mountains, but it really doesn't often get the kind of snow you see in places like Minnesota or Michigan. Apparently it snows regularly, but the Chinook Winds out of the mountains come and melt it all, bringing almost summer-like days, then the winter takes over again.In the Great Lakes area, you get snow more or less constantly for 3 months, and it stays until mid-spring or so getting dirtier and nastier looking. At least that's what I remember from college in Michigan.
My aunt sent me a few pictures of a snowstorm that happened in 1913 in Denver, one of those city-stopping blizzards that just dumps snow on the place. Not only is it interesting to see the snow, but the slice of life from the time: boys on sleds, Model T type cars snowed in, etc; is fascinating. If I was James Lileks I'd have witty and wonderful captions for each, but I'm not, so they will have to speak for themselves. So without further ado: the pics.
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posted by Christopher Taylor at 10:59 AM
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I love old pictures like that. There is an antique store my wife frequents that has bins and bins full of old photo's from small towns in Oklahoma. We've found some real gems in there, including some cool pix from some of the Oklahoma Land Runs, and one from 1910 of a grocery store in our town that my great-great-grandfather's brother owned.
My favorite picture we have found is from a small town where my other grandfather grew up, Rush Springs, OK. Rush Springs is known statewide for its bountiful annual watermelon harvest. My grandfather always tells stories about harvest time, how trucks would be lined up to the horizon waitng to be loaded up with watermelons, and how he and his brothers would work all day and all night loading them up. Last November I found a picture at that antique shop, dated 1946, of the Watermelon Harvest at Rush Springs, and there in the background was my grandfather and his brothers loading a truck up with watermelons, w/ a line of trucks behind them stretching to the horizon. It was the exact picture I'd always had in my head when he told that story. I gave it to him for Christmas, by far the best gift I've ever given anyone.
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