One of the sets of photos was taken by or for my paternal grandfather, who died before I was born. He grew up in New Jersey, but in his early 20's, around 1911, he moved to Tuttle, Colorado. (I have no idea why he went there, but I have a suspicion that he was doing a 1911 version of "finding himself".) He lived in a one room shack, and for some reason, there were a lot of photos taken either by him or by a local photographer. I find the pictures to be a fascinating glimpse of what it might have been like to live out there. My grandfather didn't stay there, and the town was abandoned some time soon after that.
From a website devoted to ghost towns:
"In a 1900 census of Kit Carson County, Tuttle had a population of about 15, including a blacksmith, postmaster, a photographer, and a novelist. Sadly, the last resident passed away the same year WWI erupted, in 1914. All that remains of this small town are some foundations of the old buildings, the ruins of the local Lutheran Church, and the all but collapsed remains of the Post Office. "
Growing up, we never knew anything about my grandfather; he had run off with another woman and was never mentioned.
Home:
Harvest? Still life?
Inside his cabin:
My grandfather as a cowboy:
I also found lots of photographs of the kind that turn up in collections of odd family photographs:
Who is that hooded figure in the background?
Our dog would never put up with this!
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