Main Street, Brattleboro, Vt. On a snowy day before Christmas.

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"In my little town...God keeps his eye on us all. And he used to lean upon me, when I pledged allegiance to the wall. Coming home after school. Flying my bike past the gates of the factory..."


As we drove through town the other day I started taking photos to share with those few people out there who spent their childhoods here near Brattleboro, Vt.

So much is still the same, yet it has evolved so much since we moved there in 1968.

It sure wasn't the "Little San Francisco" it is, back then.  It's interesting to remember this.




Comments

Prince Gomolvilas said…
Brattleboro looks awesome. I'm definitely going to visit someday.
December 22, 2008 at 11:10 AM
Unknown said…
WOW! This place looks awesome. Thanks for showing us your town. I would visit, but then I might want to stay.
July 27, 2009 at 10:20 AM
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