A rare glimpse of “downtown” in 1930.
When the main road was a meandering animal path.
A former resident bids farewell.
And the birth of a Fox Hill neighborhood instead.
Children pull syrup from trees while mall thieves pull tape decks from cars.
Snatching it from the abyss won’t be easy or cheap.
“Keep America clean. Wipe your feet on the way out.”
But say goodbye to the Happy Valley farmstand.
It may be small, but it’s huge.
Long before Herb Chambers arrived.