Leaving Denver

 

We all recognize that pitiful feeling.
Far from home and kinfolk, 
down on your luck,

uncertain of tomorrow,
much less the rest 

of your future.
What to do?

But it helps to have one good friend
who lends an ear to share your misery
and will always support you
as much as they can.

Maybe it's time to move on.

Leaving
DENVER

Ask mother why she don't
 
write to me __________

This postcard was addressed to
Miss Bessie Welsh of Breckenridge, Missouri.
It has a postmark from Denver, Colorado
on May 21, 1910 at 7:30 PM. 

                Kelley

             Melda ^ gave me 

Dear sister I got your 

letter and am all right
 

I am brock now but
 

am going to work

from your brother

                Loren Welsh

This postcard is no longer in my collection
as several years ago I gave it
to a former Sepia Saturday blogger
Tattered and Lost Photographs,
whose devotion to the eclectic and wonderful genre
of vernacular photography inspired me to look closer
at old snapshots, postcards, and photo ephemera.
I am indebted to Linda for introducing me
to the fine art of deconstructing a photo
into separate components, the better to see
into the subjects' faces and a photographers eye.
Since her blog is now retired I don't think she'll mind
that I post this fellow for our Sepia Halloween 

so that he can plead, "Trick or treat?"

and makes us smile for a second.
I expect everyone has known

 a brother/cousin/friend like Loren.
They deserve a treat, too.    

This is my contribution to Sepia Saturday

where any trick is worth a treat.