On one of those days when the sky was milky-white, I got this silhouette of a Praying Mantis in the Butterfly Bush.
Somebody put up a Christmas wreath on a Plane Tree on Park Avenue.
The marquee still says Hubblee Bubblee, but the new sign is for Park Ave BBQ, Portuguese Style.
Bike fragments near the train station.
Dee & Dee, departing from the downtown.
Harking back to the old days, a modern scissors-grinder truck. In the 1940s, venders of all sorts of goods and services came to neighborhoods. Does anyone remember the butter-and-egg man or the Dugan's Bakery guy? Nowadays "grinding" can also mean selling drugs on the street.
I don't have an image yet of another new sight around the city, but maybe you have seen the early campaign signs popping up for the November election. Usually the push is on after Labor Day, but I hear campaign headquarters are open and the race for votes is on. More later on that topic.
--Bernice
i remember the dugan's bakery man. i grew up in sunnyside, n.y. we also had the knife/scissor truck, vegetable,fruit and my grandmother use to have glass gallons of bleach delivered. of course for us 8 cousins, living on the same street, the childrens' rides would come. what a great childhood.
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Where I grew up for the most part of my childhood in upstate NY, we had the Freihofer bread man (who also did donuts and cookies!) and a milk man.
ReplyDeleteOh ... and we'd go to a local farm putting money unattended in a box for eggs if we didn't get enough from the milk man.
ReplyDeleteI remember back in the late 60's early 70's the Charles Chip truck. It used to come down my block and you'd go in the truck and pick out the chips you wanted. They came in these big tin cans. The chips were loose in the can and the can was unsealed yet somehow I survived!
ReplyDeleteGrowing up in Plainfield, I remember the iceman, the knife sharpener, the ragman, the coal man and there was a Dugan's bakery on S. Second near Stebbins Pl. The building is still standing, I believe.
ReplyDeleteThe milkman delivered the milk and was the only delivery person who our dog would allow on the porch. We had to make sure the dog was inside when the mailman arrived.
Good old days?