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Flashback Friday

Seaton was a great place to grow up. Although it was a small place, as a kid you never know there is a big world out there. As a kid your world is only the home, the community and your friends. And there, in this sleepy town of 350, that was quite enough.


This is an old post card of main street Seaton in the early part of the 20th century.  At one time the village had a lot of businesses and by the time were were growing up the place still had a grocery, newspaper, gas station, auto repair shop, grain elevator, restaurant, lumber yard, Masonic lodge, a couple trucking companies, veterinarian, church, and bank.  The only things left now is the cafe, church and bank. 


This is how it looks now


Looking north from the old depot.


Not much left now, but the memories are still there.  We had on at least two occasions a "homecoming" when they brought in fair rides.  I can recall driving a go-cart.  The old school is gone, too and I don't know if they still play any ball games.  Somewhere I've got some pictures of our Church League celebration when we won the league.  
As we get older our world view expands.  I couldn't imagine ever thinking I'd be in St. Petersburg Florida.  But, who knows what life and the fates have in store?  For the first 18 years, this was my world, with a dash of Aledo after the school consolidation.  Perfect place to learn about the "community" of people, and the safety and security of a small town.   

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