Just Watch.

Go grab a good drink, get the screen set up so you can maximize the video, turn off outside sounds and distractions-- and just watch.


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No small number of those men could walk on to the streets here in Spokane and go uncommented on-- the hats would be a bit odd, but even the manner of the guy at about 5:42 would pass. (the guy without a hat)

 Most of the women I got a good look at were wearing bum rolls and hats that I wouldn't even be able to try on without feeling like an idiot.  The lady that gives us the best look, towards the end, is wearing shoes I couldn't walk in, a huge hat with a lovely fluffy feather on it, a bum roll and a dress that has more in common with classic velvet drapes than anything I've ever worn-- and she's catching a trolley in them.
 (I don't wish for a return to any time like this-- I just wish that I could do that.  Kind of like when you watch someone do a sketch from scratch, or make a wonderful meal from what's on hand without any sort of recipe.  I wish that I could do that.)

My uncle has one of those cars.

I grew up with those cart-wheels around the garden at home.

Red and gold versions of those trolleys run all over the place in Wenatchee, abet on rubber wheels instead of steel tracks.

None of my grandparents were alive yet-- I'm not even sure the parents of the great-great-aunt Kit shares a name with were in the country yet.

A fantasy book I've enjoyed starts about the same time this would've been filmed.

I have no idea where on Market Street this is, assuming that we even know-- that may have been lost in the fire, too-- but this is a section of market street these days:

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from here, I think pointed to by Attila Suburban Banshee.

::UPDATE::
Maureen found the tower, so I was able to click to kinda what you see in the video.


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