The band was a mix of young farmers, shop clerks, and tradesmen.
They hadn't been playing together very long
though they were all close friends,
as well as a few brothers and cousins.
They hadn't been playing together very long
though they were all close friends,
as well as a few brothers and cousins.
Their brass instruments were a new set
that still had a factory fresh shine
that still had a factory fresh shine
that gleamed in the sun.
After a few weeks of practice
they learned a few tunes
and felt capable enough
to give their town a concert
they learned a few tunes
and felt capable enough
to give their town a concert
They couldn't afford proper band uniforms yet
but to mark the occasion
they each bought a new hat.
they each bought a new hat.
Folks in town said they sounded pretty good.
But one little fella thought
they were the best band he'd ever heard in his life.
they were the best band he'd ever heard in his life.
The location where this photo postcard was taken is unknown,
as are the names of most of the men, too.
Except for one.
Dad Played In This Band.
This is my contribution to Sepia Saturday
where parking on the weekend can be a problem.
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