Parade Day 1924.
I think your date is off by 10 years!
My mother was born in 1924. She lived in a ranch house (until moving in 1946 when she was 22) that had no electricity, telephone or running water. Regular chores included cleaning kerosene lamp chimneys , chopping fire wood, and heating bath water on a wood stove. An outhouse was the only "facility". Most food was raised on the place, both vegetable and animal.. The orchard and vineyard were worked with a team of mules. To stay on topic, during those years my grandfather drove Model Ts and no other type of car.
It may be "the way we were", but I'm not so sure I'd like to go back to that time. Life was a LOT of WORK.
Great Photo! Thanks for sharing!
Notice the coke sign on the right.
You're right about that Henry! With all that talk on the forum months ago about "surviving an EMP" this is just how life would be. Which is why very FEW would survive! We've gotten so soft with all our taken-for-granted amenities. This must still be in the 'teens, as there's too many horse & buggies there yet.
How would you like to walk the whole parade in front of everyone wearing a dunce cap? Look behind the first group of girls on the right.
He's the Wizard, not the dunce!
That's a fine line Val.
Must be the first day of school and the bus drivers are all on strike!
At first I thought Grand Wizard of KKK, then dunce, then maybe clown. No matter which, do you think that feller's mom was prouder of her sewing ability or creative choices. Maybe he came home and said "I want to go as president Lincoln" and mom says I can do way better, and the hat will be easier to make".
I grew up in eastern europe in my grandfathers house in a small town that was built at the turn of the century. There was no electricity most of the time even though it was installed into the house right after I was born, all the cooking was on a wood stove and heating was with wood and sometimes coal. I chopped a lot of wood, ground a lot of corn for the chickens and pigs and hauled a lot of water from the well down the street for washing, cooking and for the horses. We had to take our own bedpans out to the outhouse every morning, rain, shine or three feet snow. I loved to ride in my grandfathers horsedrawn buggy and maybe that is why I love the brass model T's so much, since it reminds me of my youth. Happy motoring!