My last post talks about a family picture taken around 1942 in Coldwater, Michigan. I know my great uncle Frank lived there for a time and he enjoyed hunting and fishing. The Coldwater river runs south of the city and there are plenty of lakes and open land around the area - including Coldwater Lake so he had plenty of access to his favorite pastimes. Uncle Frank wore flannel shirts and smelled of gunpowder and fish bait - but in a good way. His skin was weathered from the wind and sun and he had a gruff voice and a hearty laugh. He was less than a traditionalist, and there were hushed conversations about his private life that I was not privy to. Otherwise I would have another paragraph of interesting tidbits right here.I couldn't find much about the history of Coldwater or what it's like there, but I did find this 1949 postcard with a candid opinion about the little city.
It reads: This is a jerk town but we found a nice place. Will be back Sunday.
Well, there it is. Well said. Tell us what you really think.
Well, there it is. Well said. Tell us what you really think.
Coldwater lies just 12 miles north of Indiana and was easily accessible by rail back in the 1940's. This station was a stopping place and had a cafe and, hopefully, restrooms inside.
Mary and Mark (wearing hats and ready to hit the road) took a trip out there to visit their Uncle Frank and his family. Continue down to my previous post, Wyeth Not, to find out more about this picture!
Stop by Beth Niquette's The Best Hearts Are Crunchy for more Postcard Friendship Friday links
Stop by Beth Niquette's The Best Hearts Are Crunchy for more Postcard Friendship Friday links
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12 comments:
I liked the cat picture and never would have realized it was part of the people picture.
I always like group photos, its the thought of someone saying, OK lets take a photo now we are all here. The cats not too interested though, but makes the photo. Coldwater, great name.
Love the comment on the card. I have never heard of Coldwater before.
Nothing like being forthright! :) I didn't even spot the cat until I'd looked at your earlier post.
Tell us what you think is right! Too funny. Wonder why the visit to the *jerk* town?! Love the kitty. Happy PFF!
I don't know anything about coldwater, but that comment on the card made me laugh!
Well! At least they found a nice place. That's something.
Interesting! Everybody taking time for achieving something in that photo. :)
Gresat pics , great postcard, love the message. And many congrats on getting your lovely poem published on the photographic prose site! Delighted, well done!
What a great postcard and pictures. I live in Michigan and have never heard of Coldwater but see that is is way south. And I am not a native. Fun post.
"Uncle Frank wore flannel shirts and smelled of gunpowder and fish bait - but in a good way. His skin was weathered from the wind and sun and he had a gruff voice and a hearty laugh. He was less than a traditionalist, and there were hushed conversations about his private life that I was not privy to."
Wow! that is a superb piece of prose...I had to stop, pause and re-read it...
Looking forward to the novel you must write some day soon...
Great postcard, and memories. :-)
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