Here’s a view of Main Street in Littleton, New Hampshire, c. 1908 … about a year after the photo we saw in Friday’s post.

In this view, Main Street is bustling with pedestrians, shoppers, and horse-drawn vehicles being driven and others parked along the sidewalk. At the end of the street, you can see the clock tower from the combination fire house / opera house we saw in more detail on Friday.

I should’ve posted this yesterday, on Flag Day, but I found it after I’d already posted yesterday’s old photo. But Phildelphia’s week-long Flag Fest finishes today, so I guess I’m still in good time.

So in honor of Flag Day … here’s a look at the Betsy Ross House, in Philadelphia, c. 1900.

Needless to say, the house and its surroundings look rather different today. (To see the front of the house itself, go to the courtyard portion of the virtual tour and click on the “Betsy Ross House” star.)

For today: a look at the mostly quiet street in front of the town building — combination fire house / opera house — in Littleton, New Hampshire, c. 1907.

A driver for the Littleton Village District is filling his horse-drawn water truck at the sidewalk fire hydrant.

In case you haven’t already heard my whining (whether on the CAA’s Facebook page, the CAA’s Twitter account, or my own Twitter account), it’s HOT here in the CAA office. Today is the hottest day of the year so far, and our air-conditioning isn’t working … so it’s above 80 degrees here in my office, although the ceiling fan does help a bit.

This situation is making me want to revisit these old horse-drawn vehicles, which have appeared here on the blog before …

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And to cool off a bit more, I think I might just re-watch this old (silent but chilly) video of a 1919 ice harvest, as well.

Today’s post is a short but true story, sent to me by a CAA member named Lynne …

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“My grandfather used to tell me about taking the payroll out to the mines in a bag hooked to the saddle while carrying a shotgun in his free hand.
 
“He said that with time they got more sophisticated and that he and one of his people would drive a Buckboard out to the mines. The driver carried the shotgun, and my grandfather carried a rifle. 
 
“But the Wild West wasn’t always the West: this was twentieth-century Fayette County, Pennsylvania, probably before 1915. We have no surviving pictures, unfortunately.”