At around the time I was a teenager in New Hampshire, many towns were celebrating their bicentennials. It has dawned on me that I grew up surrounded by 200 years of history. That ain't much by world standards. Much of the planet's population lives in places that have seen many hundreds or even thousands of years of history. I've written about this
here before.
Still, towns back East are still much older than where I'm living now. When I first came West, I think I was aware of the fact that not much was old. I mean nobody lives in houses that date from the early 1800's as they might well do back near my childhood home. This photograph was taken at the bicentennial celebrations of Stoddard, NH in 1974.
My mother, Nana, Aunt Betty, and cousin Janet.