I grew up in Small Town, USA — Millersburg, Pennsylvania, to be exact. My best friend’s mom called it Brigadoon. She said it hadn’t changed in 100 years. A lot about it was very Mayberry-esque, including the town square, which had statues and monuments, a bandstand, and lots of benches and trees, as I recall.
Located on the square was our International Harvester dealer, Weaver’s Garage. I remember its lot specifically. It was big enough to hold a handful of vehicles, with four or five in inventory at any one time, usually a couple of Scout II’s and an occasional Travelall. Oddly, I never remember seeing pickup trucks. There was a string of lightbulbs from one end to the other across the front of the lot—no fancy overhead lights like today. I suspect the business counted how many vehicles it sold annually, not monthly. Times have changed, for sure.
Like many other small towns, there were parades on Memorial Day and Halloween.
