Color photos of post-Depression America

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Is that Rosie the Riveter in the first photo, red bandana chuggin' what she's chuggin'?
 
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I generally think of photos from the early 40s as the WWII era rather than the "emerging from Depression" era. But they are great photos. Now I might have to buy that book.
 
Smithsonian Magazine did a piece on Pie Town and Russell Lee years ago:

The name alone would make a stomach-growling man wish to get up and go there: PieTown. And then too, there are the old photographs—those moving gelatin-silver prints, and the equally beautiful ones made in Kodachrome color, six and a half decades ago, at the heel of the Depression, on the eve of a global war, by a gifted, itinerant, government, documentary photographer working on behalf of FDR’s New Deal. His name was Russell Lee. His Pie Town images—and there are something like 600 of them preserved in the archives of the Library of Congress—portrayed this little clot of high-mountain-desert New Mexico humanity in all of its redemptive, communal, hard-won glory. Many were published last year in Bound for Glory, Americain Color 1939-43. But let’s get back to pie for a minute.


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There's a book about Doris Claudill:

Pie Town Woman: The Hard Life and Good Times of a New Mexico Homesteader

Been meaning to buy it forever. I'll be passing through New Mexico in a bit and want to pass through Pie Town. Haven't the last few times, but hope to this time.
 
Pie Town Woman: The Hard Life and Good Times of a New Mexico Homesteader
Through the middle of fifth grade, I went to school in the same building my mom had, Homestead Elementary. It, like the surrounding houses and the tower next door where we had Cub Scout meetings, was built out of Crab Orchard sandstone quarried by dispossessed coal miners and dirt farmers who drug their families to an obscure part of Tennessee hoping to rebuild their shattered lives. Maybe a mile or two down the road was a state park built by the sweat and blood of the CCC boys, which practically served as summer headquarters for us and all of mom's side of the family.

It was like growing up in a time capsule, and I appreciated exactly none of it until years later and hundreds of miles away.
 

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