I am getting old. Not old in years (alto some might say that) but remembering the things of my youth. I go home every so often to see my parents and I find myself driving around looking at my hometown and how it's changed since I moved away and looking at what is still there from the past. This picture is of a building that I remember from my high school days as a music store. It was called Beshgetoors (I have probably murdered the spelling). I remember going there to buy what ever was needed for my clarinet - cork was, reeds, repairs, etc. I remember Mr. Rich ( he was always so nice), the look of the store and all the very interesting things in it. It's been all other sorts of businesses since then, but the music store that it was will always be first in my heart.
The one thing I always loved about visiting JT is the lovely old buildings. You just don't see buildings like that in my neck of the woods.
ReplyDeleteThat building was a store? LOVE IT!!!
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