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MAIN AND SPRING STREETS

FROM THE JIM ROCHE COLLECTION

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Uploaded: December 22, 2011
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  • Jeff (Private)
    9 months ago
    My uncle owned a barbershop on Spring Street.....back in the day when a haircut cost 25 cents. I visited Marconi's all the time.
  • 4 years 8 months ago
    Main and Spring Street. The First National Bank was on the south corner. On the north corner was Marconi's Luncheonette, known as "Wuzzie's", a nickname for one of the brothers, Angelo.
    JIM ROCHE
    • 3 years 10 months ago
      Jim, Wuzzy was my Grandfather... You don't happen to have any other photos of the store do you?
      • (Anonymously) (Private)
        9 months ago
        is your mother's name "Linda"?
  • (Anonymously) (Private)
    4 years 4 months ago
    my grandmother lived on spring st.  when i visited, she would send me down to wuzzie's to buy 4 or 5 ice cream cones! what a mess they were (ice cream melting down my arms) by the time i got back! 
     
    i remember her walking in the front door of first national bank so many times. 
    • (Anonymously) (Private)
      9 months ago
      i would go to my grandmother's house on spring st and we would walk to the train station, board it to go to Hartford so she could buy me my Easter outfit. it was so exciting for me.....remembering the butterflies in my stomach when the train would come in.  i ride by the train station today and wish so bad i could go inside!

      Karen Cieszynski

      my grandmother lived on spring st.  when i visited, she would send me down to wuzzie's to buy 4 or 5 ice cream cones! what a mess they were (ice cream melting down my arms) by the time i got back! 
       
      i remember her walking in the front door of first national bank so many times.