I don’t know why I went to Remsen. Some matchbook, probably. I started here, and hoped it would get better.
I think a proud local wrote that entry.
Sixteen hundred souls. No more than eleven hundred when these buildings were erected.
As far as I can tell, it’s the Fall Block.
Google Street View has a way of making the world look as though it were a shattered mirror.
Close by the Fall Building, the alley shows some type of old theater, or perhaps a meeting hall. The exterior doesn’t have any clues, but if it was an IOOF or Elks joint, I wouldn’t be surprised.
A handsome old remnant of prosperous times:
It was, of course, a bank, until it wasn't. Reasons varied.
Also a bank:
A classic mid-block classical temple.
Say, what’s this?
An empty spot, perhaps lost to fire or age, given that new modern chalet-style building!
It looks very dated now.
This development was constructed by the same fellow. I’ll bet he sold cars.
Two buildings, six years apart.
A compact civic auditorium in the 30s stripped-down style:
Something like this over the door, and the stylized columns, meant you were a real town with modern touches.
You may think it has no clues to its age, but the windows give it away. Forties, probably.
You may pay your bills here. You may sit outside with your old friends and watch the world pass by.
They didn't spend a lot on these after a while.
Finally: quite the accomplishment.
A man had to atone some place.