End of an era
Today my family and I go to my mother's house to help her pack up and move to an apartment. My parents moved into the house in the summer of 1957.
The Postcard images are from before I was born, but this is what down town , or the square , as we called it looked when I wa a little kid, before more efficient traffic patterns were instituted.
Our house was a ten minute walk from the square. When we were little, the trek to the library felt long. Summers, we used to stop off at the Waldorf Cafeteria, on Hancock street, now part of the train starion parking lot, for a drink of water.