DepartmentFrom long before I was born, until the time he died in 1952, Dad was a volunteer fireman. My first memories place the location of the “Fire House” on West Ave., north of the square (east side, facing west). I seem to remember that the building, maybe next door and to the north, was the power station, with some big engines that I thought supplied electrica...
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