Something I’ve only become aware of recently, for obvious reasons, is that the older you get, the more you find that there are certain images and memories from “the world you live in” to which only your own generation, and age groups within a slim margin of a couple of decades on either side of that demographic, can relate. In my case, for all intents and purposes, such memories can only be shared, and elicit any level of identification, with people who were growing up from, say, the late 1930s to the late 1960s, and even then there may be gaps in terms of the more short-lived trends and fashions. That doesn’t mean you can’t share these stories and images with people of younger generations. Depending on how general-audience “friendly” the telling is, you’ll either pique their interest or you won’t. It only signifies that, if you do decide to share your faded old postcard images with the young, they can only relate to the story as that: a story, a tale from the hazy museum that I call my mind, a repository of scenes from another time, another world, a place as alien to today’s youth as if I were to tell them stories from Timbuktu or Shangri-La.
Auglaize St., Wapakoneta's main drag. Part of
G.C. Murphy's store front visible on the far left.
Courtesy Auglaize County Historical Society.
The impressive Woolworth Building
in New York. Nobody thought you could
build a nickel and dime empire...until
Woolworth's did it!
The Morris 5&10 in Wapakoneta was destined to become
one of the country's 500 G.C. Murphy dimestores.
Courtesy Linda Knerr
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