IT'S NOT ME ... I SWEAR

In my last post, I wrote about living in the central New York area & going to the movies; at theaters & drive-in's. I had a comment where I remembered, as a young child, going to downtown Rochester with my Mother, riding the ... "trolley/subway". This would have been in the mid-1950's.

Well, as the saying goes: "Great minds think alike." A unique thing happened this past Wednesday, thanks to Hilda.

In a package from my Mother in Florida, she enclosed a 2010 yearly calendar titled "Rochester Memories", published by the Rochester newspaper, the Democrat & Chronicle. The calendar features old photos on each page, from the 1940's to the 60's.

For the month of June this year, the photo below was included. It's a classic example of the unique look of what I always called "the subway". It was above ground over much of it's route & went "under ground" when it approached the downtown of Rochester.

I learned from the calendar the official name was The Rochester Industrial & Rapid Transit Railway. It went out of service on June 30, 1956.

Now ... before anyone leaves a comment on my blog -- THIS MEANS YOU, BUBBA -- trying to indicate I am somehow one of the people in the picture -- it's not true !!! This is not some old family photo I've pull out an old album of pictures.

Now I realize one of the incriminating bits of "evidence" would be the considerable amount of plaid clothing being worn by the individuals boarding the rail car. Pure coincidence !! And ... I would never wear plaid SOCKS. [Well, I don't think I ever have ... would have ... might ... maybe.]

Just another "memory" ... because the older you get, the more God gives you.

I'm racking up a bunch.