Rocky Mountain PBS has an online exhibit called "Colorado in the 1930s." (Funny, why all this interest in the Great Depression?)
The photos are good, although navigation is a little tricky.
While some people had "dust pneumonia," others were taking the ski train to Winter Park.
Dad was in forestry school in Fort Collins, having come here from Tulsa where, he used to say, "There was no Depression."
Meanwhile, my mother's family's furniture store in Colorado Springs was going bust, as people put off buying new furniture (or paying for it) ahead of groceries.
As my uncle (her younger brother) said in an email today, reminiscing about the 1930s, "Times were tough, and furniture stores carried their own paper. Customers couldn’t pay the store. Paper profits were not collected."