Do you recall the bandstand that stood on the corner of South and East Brutus streets? How about Fred Fellow's beautiful fields of gladioli on Hamilton Street? Do you remember when the Weedsport Fire Department's engine No. 2 was a 1928 LaSalle? Who among you recalls when Bill Humphrey was the chief of police in Weedsport and the police car was a gold colored “fabulous” Hudson Hornet sold by Eidman Motors on South Seneca Street. The Hudson could catch anything on the road then and most cars now.

How many recall that before the junior-senior high school was built, it was permissible to leave the building for lunch. Many students who lived in the village walked home for lunch or downtown. Speaking of which, who remembers the Bavarian cream filled long johns at Coyle's bakery?

There are lots of pictures of it around, but who actually remembers the wooden St. Joseph's Church and how it used to shake and tremble when one of the West Shore Railroad's heavy freights went by next door where the parking lot is now.

Who recalls the watchman having to stop traffic on South Seneca Street and South Willow Street when the trains passed?

One of my fondest memories is the penny candy counter at Edie LaPlante's luncheonette on North Seneca Street, while down the street was the Weedsport First National Bank, which at one time printed its own legal tender!

How many of you recall school being held in various churches and other available space in town including the fire department before the “new” school was built? Who remembers the release of new model cars being so secret that they were kept under wraps until exactly the same time on a certain day, coast to coast. While being transported, they were even covered with tarps!

How many will recall Ralph Mazzoli Jr. driving a '56 Buick hardtop demonstrator for Harris Buick-Pontiac with a custom candy striped roof, or for that matter, George Harris' Cadillac-Allard Grand Prix car?

Does anyone else remember the open outside grease pit at Fancher Follett's Cities Service station at the intersection of Seneca Street and Erie Drive where kids could work under their cars on the weekends or evenings?

Who in their minds can still hear the noon whistle blow at Whitman and Robinson on Graham Street? Can anyone else conjure up the smell of soft coal smoke that sometimes permeated the village from the pasteurizer at the milk plant on East Street?

Who recalls the world famous F. H. Tuxill & Son building movers with their (for the time) monster trucks? I recall how easy it was for them to slide the St. Joseph's Parish Hall across the street to become the American Legion Post. Can any one remember “the iceman,” Clint Hazzard? He not only sold ice from the icehouse on Furnace Street, but also did moving and storage. It was said that he was able to rope an upright piano to his back and carry it up two flights of stairs in one of the downtown blocks.

Who remembers milk being delivered to school in glass one half pint bottles by the local Colvin Dairy? Can anyone else remember sitting in O'Hara's Restaurant drinking a lemon-lime phosphate and hearing the teletype machine start chattering away and wonder what important message someone would be getting? How about Streeter's Rabbitry, or Kenny Heffernan's meat market?

Do you remember when Joe Kosters, or Jack Holihan could fix your TV, instead of simply throwing it away and having to buy a new one? Who recalls having no less than three coal dealers in town? Can you name them?

Denny Randall is president of the Old Brutus Historical Society in Weedsport.