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Photo from an old postcard.
Lloyd H. Yost (LHYost@nfdc.net) adds this information about the house: (Thanks, Lloyd!)
E.L. Myers residence did not belong too him, but rather to the paper mill. I remember E. L. Myers. The postcard must be from the late twenties. In the early 30s, Neal Jones replaced Myers in the nice house and as superintendent at the paper mill. The Jones' had two daughters, Mary and Martha, we often walked down First Avenue to public school, opposite the Baptist Church, together. Last I heard, the house was occupied by the Sisters of the Roman Catholic Church.
Neal Jones had big antennas up on the hill, and a HAM radio station in the house. Quality Collins equipment. His call was W8NUN. He would say "never until now". As a kid it was for me a big thrill to be invited in by Mr. Jones (an electrical engineering grad from Carnegie Tech) and to watch him run his radio station and "chat with the world".
In the post card, two houses are visible to the left of the tall chimney. The houses are double, two-family houses. Left to right, they were occupied by the Frantz, Grumley, Summers and Bressler families. Jake and Teen Frantz with one son Paul Joseph Christopher Frantz. Jake was from Medix Run, Teen was from Brookville, Paul married a girl from Emporium. Jake was an oiler at the paper mill. Paul worked on the railroad section gang. They are long deceased.
Next were the Grumleys, two or more of their sons died in World War II. One son, Bill, was in my 1941 high school class. Daughter Ruth was secretary to the High School principal, on First Avenue. Mr. Grumley was the highly respected town cop.
Mr. Bob Summers was a welder at the paper mill. They had children Blaine, Naomi, Merrit, Robert (in my '41 high school class), then a daughter, then Grant and the youngest, Val.
The home I grew up in was just to the left of the photo, next to Frantz. They were wonderful neighbors all. Mother sold our house to the Bloomy family. The big double houses have been torn down; and the Episcopal Church, also to the left behind the trees, has been torn down and the lot is now parking space for the funeral home now in the former "Penn Club". Life was wonderful.