I was speaking to a friend the other day, and she mentioned the changes in Bronte. She said that she was walking through the area the other day and knew it had changed. A lot. Yet she couldn’t remember how things were before.
I don’t remember when the white clapboard houses were used as cottages for city people in the summer, though I do remember when they were the main part of Bronte, not the new highrises and condominiums.
I also don’t remember when my mother, with baby in stroller, had to walk to the Lakeside Marketeria to do her shopping. There was nowhere else on that side of town then. I do remember trips to that store with my parents, and visiting with Bill Hill, the owner, whom my brothers and I called the nice man. Then, as now, the store was crowded, the goods piled high to the ceiling and the aisle layout a bit confusing to non-regulars. But that made the trips there exciting, like exploring an unknown region.