Fuller & Rude

 "Fuller & Rude.  That's it, the only thing written on the print.  It might be the names of these two young ladies, but I suspect it's a commentary on their personalities.  But is it a joke comment or heartfelt?  I picked this one up in southern California, and it has to be form somewhere around the area.  Every time I see one of these old south Cal photos I think, "If only I looked hard enough I could find that hill or that stream or that bluff."  And then I look around and see how the landscape has been altered by one housing tract after another and realize it's a stupid idea.  Still, I'll keep my eyes open.

Rural Glamour

I was born in 1955 in a small coal mining town in western Pennsylvania and when I was a child there were still a lot of these old metal framework bridges with wooden decks still standing. On back roads, many unpaved, the wood planking starting to rot, we still used them and so did a lot of coal trucks. I'm still amazed that they didn't collapse killing the poor guy who just happened to be heading into town that day. In 1921, when this picture was taken, this bridge was probably only a few years old. A year or so after Prohibition went into a effect, I like to think that this young lady was headed off to a roadhouse, thumbing her nose at all the moralists who tried to solve the real problem of alcohol abuse with legislation that had no chance of working. When I was in my early twenties, I worked at a mine in West Virginia. The older residents had a saying, "Coal mine, moonshine, or movin' on down the line."