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  • Thanks guys, but WHOA Pete and Ted, this is a LITTLE drug store, not the giant Emporium. I will try to fit most in though.

    I did a first test run on some of the lighting. I can't place most of the LEDs until I have more of the interior completed.



    • Better shots later (I hope)


      • OMG amazing transformation with the strip wood.


        • VERY nice! :up: :up:


          • Bob, what ever you say'. But Pete, and I are going to need candy, soda, buts, and magazines.... [:-dopey] PS:Oh, don't forget at least a radio playing swing time, with Martin Block', in "The Make Believe Ball Room". Circa 1940s [:-dopey][:-headphones]



            • A nice cold Cherry Smash from the soda fountain sure would be nice right now.


              • Looks like a weighty shipment has arrived and he’s trying to figure out how to get it inside.

                Very nice.


                Not everything that is faced can be changed, but nothing can be changed until it is faced. James Baldwin


                • Thanks guys, always like to read your comments. Pete and Ted paint a picture of a

                  wonderful time, I'm happy to have lived through it. However, I think we are slipping

                  into the late 40's and 50's, after WW II rather than before it. Keep this in mind, I am modeling the late 30's, early

                  40's, the fall of 1941 to be exact. Remember we were just getting out of the Great

                  Depression and things were still tight.

                  The drugstore I am trying to portray is not a big city establishment, the one I remember

                  was small (a few people in there would be a crowd) and the druggist, Mr. Duggan if I

                  remember correctly, did EVERYTHING. He was the druggist, sometimes the doctor (you told

                  him your symptoms and he came up with the medication, no prescription). He was also the

                  soda jerk, the floor salesman, the stock boy, the janitor, and in many cases the

                  postmaster. If it got really busy he had a doorbell type system where he pressed a

                  button and it rang upstairs. His wife would stop what she was doing and come down to help

                  out. He had no other employees. He lived his drugstore business and if you needed

                  medication during the night you could call him and he would open up just for you.

                  The other thing you have to understand is that while there were some bigger stores in

                  the business district of my home town you usually only went "down town" for something

                  special. The rest of the city was composed of neighborhoods where you could get most of

                  what you needed, like a small town in itself. The local grocery store was run by a father

                  and son, no employees, the fish and chip store by man and wife, no employees, the gas

                  station by father and son, no employees, and so forth down the line.

                  This is not a complaint, I loved every minute of it.




                  • Mike, HAHAHAHAHAHA

                    I was not looking at the photo when I read your post. Took a while for me to figure it out.




                    • Bob, from birth to age 7 we lived on the border of Paterson, NJ (city) and Prospect Park, NJ (Dutch community). Your description of life in the neighborhood of the little drug store brought back memories. We went 'downtown' for Christmas Shopping, Back-to-School shopping, and maybe to the Millinery Shop for new Easter hats for my mother and sister. Other than that it was the local candy store, the corner grocery store, etc. It seemed that there was some "Mom & Pop" store on every other street corner.


                      • This such a nice looking build.

                        And I loved your story! Brings back memories of times that were different!

                        "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." A. Lincoln


                        • Bob,

                          Love the description, and I hear it loud and clear. Even in the early fifties in my little village outside Boston that description holds. Drug store on the corner, the little market where Mrs. Tivnan held forth and would grab the Rice Krispies from the top shelf with a grabber on a pole, and the the little news agency next door where one bought not only the paper(s) but also tobacco, cigarettes and candy. Interesting smells from that place....

                          One went to the Dentist in Framingham, where it was possible to see the Lakeshore Limited or the New England States roll through in a hail of stainless steel and flying dust, headed all the way to Chicago, which might as well have been on another planet.

                          It was a great time to be a little kid. And time warp or not, you've nailed it.


                          in Michigan


                          • Thanks Bruce, Jerry, and Pete, you guys are pulling at my heart strings, I can hear the song

                            "Those Were the Days My Friend" softly in my ears.

                            Here's the candy case but I think when I fill it it will be candy on the top shelf and something else

                            on the bottom shelf.




                            • Bob, it's a good thing that this is a candy case, because it already looks sweet.

                              Can't wait to see what goes in it, and on top of it.

                              I'm certain my nose print will be left on the glass when it's full.

                              Greg Shinnie


                              • Bob', Mr. Duggan looks ready to serve his neighbors. Your reminiscence also takes me back to Brooklyn, NY, in 1950s. Sam and his brother ran the Jewish grocery on the corner of Scoll St and Flatbush ave. Next to them was the Spanish store. at he other corner was the clothing store. In the middle was the shoe maker. Across the street was the cleaners, barber shop, and ladies apparel. Down at the other intersection was the druggist, school, church; and Italian restaurant. So, two blocks in either direction, and you had anything you needed to sustain life. The best part I remember was on Sunday mornings, after church, being sent to Sam's with just one Dollar, and returning with 6 hard rolls, a stick of butter, and 2 packs of camels for my father'...