The snow photos were the first shots on the roll. The camera was put
away for somtime and pulled out for this parade around 1950. Somewhere
in this group is a relative or friend of the photographer. We'll never
know which one.
There's a little boy near the fence in the photo center. He's got an
egg in his hand and eagerly awating his first sighting of the tuba.
I wonder if the owner of the Cadillac on the left knows that kids are
sitting on his fender.
The tuba hasn't arrived yet, I think. There are two kids with the egger
now. One appears to be throwing something and the other appears
to be losing his lunch.
have been treated badly throughout their history. Even the SHOE
SHOP is sneaking up on them.
Please don't send emails suggesting that I'm making light
of the plight of Native Americans. I'm certainly not.