Image by opheliates via Flickr
Many of you have noticed that I have been playing with the appearance of my blog once again. I think I have finally settled on “the look” I will stick with. There are a couple of reasons for this, most of all the image in the background. Say hello to Front Street in the small town I grew up in, nestled in amongst the fourteeners’ of Colorado’s high country. I thought it appropriate and responsive to the title of this blog, not to mention the comfort I feel just looking at it.
The picture in the background was taken in the mid 70’s as near as I can tell. For one thing the street is still gravel, I’m not sure of the date they actually paved it. I do remember seeing the streets of our tiny mountain town paved, I was in grade school at the time. It was a big deal to us, for we had been so used to the simple dirt streets of our town, we thought we were getting big city amenities.
If you look at the buildings on the right hand side of the street, you’ll see a sign that say’s Pocock’s Grocery. That is where mother did some of her shopping. There had been a number of times we heard the statement “I’ll be a few minutes”, only to find ourselves entertaining an active imagination for far longer than a few moments. I can still remember the real boardwalks lining the street. Some of the building even had the old hitching rails and abandoned water troughs in front of them. It was fertile grounds for the wild imaginings of young kids.
We would hear the jingling footsteps of cowboy boots, sporting spurs, walking up and down the boardwalks. Of course my brother and I would be wearing our one pair of “shared” spurs, I wore one my brother the other, while we played cowboys and Indians. It was a wonderful little town to grow up in.