“To collect photographs is to collect the world”
Susan Sontag ..1997
This week we have a Wistful Tuesday, Daylight Saving Time has me all out of whack anyway..and tomorrow is a special day.
I collect old photographs I am sure most of you know that by now. I am not sure what you call an old photograph nut..but what ever it is..that would be me. It is all about the “hunt.” What will I find that knocks my old lady socks off?
Some of this “shopping” is not at all glamorous. One place I frequent is in an old garage..and I mean old..dirt floor..cobwebs..oh it is terrible..I feel like I need a bath every time I emerge from that building. Far Guy often waits in the car. I think I might have to go by there next week…just to see what the old guy has. I would like to buy him out of old photos..but he would rather I just stop by every once in awhile and haggle with him.
I found these old snapshots there.
These snow drifts are over a mile long and in places as high as ten feet.
this is the bus, between Ada and Crookston making two trips a day ( I wrote…Model A Bus)
Who, What, Where, When and Why. I thank the lady who wrote on the back of the photos, she gave me the Where. My Dad gave me the What..he identified the Model A Bus..which was probably from 1930 or 1931 for the When and for your info there were not very many of them made. Who we will never know..the Why..I suppose Shopping or Doctors were better in Crookston..or maybe enough people in Ada worked in Crookston to warrant a bus twice a day.
For those of you not familiar with the area Ada and Crookston are small towns in North Central Westernish Minnesota..they are 35 miles apart. I wonder whatever happened to that bus? I wonder if the passengers ever had to get out and push?:)