the old bank on the square
Days when the customers dressed up to do business; hat, bow-tie, and spats. Days when ladies skirts swished through the heavy doors and high-button shoes tip-tapped across the floors.
Those were the times of hand-written receipts, every penny counting for something, and a quaint dose of formality in each transaction.
The iron vault was likely NOT painted lipstick red at the time.
Stamps were cheaper back then, I'll betcha.
I use the term dwelling in order to harken to shades of ancient history.
As in a cave-dwelling. Where cavemen munched greasy chicken over their plastic TV dinner trays and then threw the bones over their shoulders.
Let me not be too hasty in my assessment of the humans over the years who have inhabited the old bank on the square. Some of them were probably ordinary folks who took their garbage out.
The old bank will be undergoing a transformation in the days and weeks to come. From where things stand, it can only get better. And maybe, just MAYBE we will find a sack of money in one of the walls.
The eternal optimist signs off for now.
2 Comments:
are you turning this building into apartments?
yes! two apartments; one upstairs and one downstairs. Beautiful river views, decks, exposed brick walls, and new everything!
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