remembering downtown Lynden WA from years gone by...

OK Hon, I'll only be a few minutes getting some nuts & bolts at Van's, catch up on the latest gossip with Van and Big Jim then I'll meet ya at the diner. Order me some sweet tea if you're there first!

Ahh, for yesterday again!

I’m right there too !!! Especially on Sunday mornings… getting dressed for Mass and then stopping by the Como Park Market to get the Sunday paper and some delicious French Crueller(?) donuts. Browse the paper saving the comic pages (remember those?) for last and hoping to watch a Henry Aldrich or Ma and Pa Kettle movie while waiting for a great Sunday dinner. 
Later that evening we couldn’t miss The FBI with Ephram Zimbalist Jr. 👍

Yep, I remember mom, me and my sister walking downtown to do our shopping, weather permitting, as dad had the car for work, only one car for us back then. Back before all the shopping centers. Oh, we had one, all the way on the other side of town. Great, nostalgic photo Galen. Thanks. 😊💯

I remember shopping at Loblaws, A&P and Super Duper for groceries. Fresh meat couldn’t be sold on Sundays. For other things it was Twin Fair & K-Mart. I loved KM as they carried a larger selection of promo models than TF did. 

@perrone1 Agreed.

We’d also head out to the Broadway market on Saturdays there you could get fresh fruit and veggies from the farmers that brought in their crops. There were also some meat markets and bakeries located inside the market itself where you could get some really good city chicken, kielbasa, and kieshkas. And don’t forget to take home a delicious fresh baked almond ring from Buchinsky’s Bakery !

Sundays in the summer were so special growing up in a small town.  Growing up in the mountains of PA most places had no air conditioning so to keep cool so my family would head to the next town for 6 am mass at Saint Gabe’s. Dad would take us to Penncies for Sunday paper and a treat for later (maybe candy, or tub of ice cream for dessert). No other shopping was done because of blue laws.  As soon as we got home dad took over the kitchen and worked his magic with ham, eggs and toast or pancakes.  We called it Mr. Pete’s restaurant.  We changed clothes while he was cooking and the house smelled so good.  We always got the Philadelphia and New York papers.  Mom and dad worked on the New York puzzle and other sections. I got the funnies.  Laying on the front porch reading every funny (even Brenda Starr). Just a side note it was the Parade Magazine in the Sunday paper where I found the Danbury Mint ad for the 57 Chevy. My first model closed truck.  After noon it was off into the woods to run amuck like wild men. Summer in the country was so great. We never worried about being in the woods you would meet older people picking blueberries or walking their dogs. We would run like demons at the sound of 6 PM church bells from St. Mikes and have our Spaghetti dinner (almost every weekend in an Italian home). We would arrive at home so dirty and get yelled at that even on Sunday we couldn’t stay clean. It wasn’t always easy up there but some days were just great! These kids will never know what they missed. 

How about where I grew up on NYC's Lower East Side...