The old store on the corner, at the time of this picture, it was owned and operated by the Lindley's. She was a mean and hateful old lady who thought she could paint. I did not like her at all. When Helen and Francis Massey owned it, us kids really liked Helen because she was so nice and patient with us little visitors who were bored and had no money to spend at the rival store. Every Christmas when Helen and Frances owned it, they always had a beautiful window display, in the right, first window, a silver aluminum tree with the revolving disc light of colors and wonderful gifts under the tree for sale. One year she had a little set of cardboard suitcases, bright orange and hot pink and I really wanted at least one, I got it and still have it now. I still love that little case. The post office was in the immediate back towards the highway and we made trips down to the box to check the mail for the day and visit with Felix Marshall, who was a really nice guy and very kind to us kids.
My brother and his cool car, with Bob Allen leaning over the top, this was in front of mom and dad's store and Greasy's barber shop.
The old road district building where dad worked and tried to keep the road grader going and in one piece. You can barely see, but Susi and Ethel Bunch are standing in the front of the building. There was an old well to the back of this building, it's a wonder us kids didn't get injured with all the snooping we did.
Taken from the front of the old grocery store, a view to the northeast, railroad tracks and in the distance, Silver Lake Mills and millpond, again it's a wonder we all didn't get killed or drowned from ice sliding on the frozen pond and creeping around an empty mill building.
The old canning factory, straight across the tracks from mom and dad's store, when there was an additional crossing there. The old building, as far as I know was used for canning produce, especially tomatoes, to send off on the train and also the workers could can for their own home us. I would be curious if this was used for anything else in it's earlier state. It is long gone now, along with the Chaffin's home that sat next to it and was a hotel for train travelers when Phillipsburg had a layover and a depot. I was an active resident of Phillipsburg from the age of 6 until 16, so believe me I crawled all over that town and road miles and miles on my Apache boys bike.
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