Thanks for bringing back many great memories, Marianne. Back in the early sixties, if you were old enough to look over the counter at Hardy's (the hardware store), you could buy .22 ammunition at 35¢ a box to go rat shooting at either the Sconset dump or the Town dump - - -a rite of passage for teenage boys at the time.
You could also find parking on Main Street at the height of the summer.
Thanks for the walk down memory lane. So many memories of Main St. A few of mine are working at the Nantucket Bank when it was the “real” Nantucket Bank, the cream cheese and olive sandwiches at the drugstore counter on my lunch break, shopping for my special school outfit with my Nana at Maud Dinsmore’s, the camera shop for film and developing photos,and shopping as an adult at Buttner’s. The Dreamland was THE place to go on a date when the movie changed almost every day.
I never entered the Bosun’s Locker. It was a forbidden place for a young girl. But I was one of those teenagers hanging out front of the 2 drug stores. Happy to say we never became juvenile delinquents. 😊
A sentimental read Marianne. Etched in my sensory chamber, a walk in town weekly with my daughters in the baby carriage is a memory of catching up with the nantucket grand mothers holding a presence on the green benches . I could name a half dozen of them. It was a very belonging sense of community feeling seen and heard. Thank you for your reflective writing .
Thanks for bringing back many great memories, Marianne. Back in the early sixties, if you were old enough to look over the counter at Hardy's (the hardware store), you could buy .22 ammunition at 35¢ a box to go rat shooting at either the Sconset dump or the Town dump - - -a rite of passage for teenage boys at the time.
You could also find parking on Main Street at the height of the summer.
Thanks for the walk down memory lane. So many memories of Main St. A few of mine are working at the Nantucket Bank when it was the “real” Nantucket Bank, the cream cheese and olive sandwiches at the drugstore counter on my lunch break, shopping for my special school outfit with my Nana at Maud Dinsmore’s, the camera shop for film and developing photos,and shopping as an adult at Buttner’s. The Dreamland was THE place to go on a date when the movie changed almost every day.
I never entered the Bosun’s Locker. It was a forbidden place for a young girl. But I was one of those teenagers hanging out front of the 2 drug stores. Happy to say we never became juvenile delinquents. 😊
A sentimental read Marianne. Etched in my sensory chamber, a walk in town weekly with my daughters in the baby carriage is a memory of catching up with the nantucket grand mothers holding a presence on the green benches . I could name a half dozen of them. It was a very belonging sense of community feeling seen and heard. Thank you for your reflective writing .
Beautiful piece. Reminds me of "Our Town".
Good-bye to clocks ticking.