With the demolition of the Cowan building, another building meets the wrecking ball of mass destruction.
So many old buildings have met their fate, relics of another time and another world, when things were so different.
Market Street buildings have seen their heyday come and go, many feet and faces having passed through their doors, young and old.
I think back to the ’50s and ’60s, when I was a child with a pocket full of dreams.
Market Street Barbershop was owned by my grandfather, Jaybird Carithers. I got my first haircut there. I had to sit on a board, my legs were so short. He had a smile on his face and whistled a tune. He really loved his job. He would often give me a silver dollar before I walked out the door.
Another old Market Street building housed Union Typewriter. It was owned by Victor Barrett. A big box fan kept him cool as he repaired cash registers, adding machines and heavy metal typewriters. His business was booming, and I rode with him on many service calls out of town. He was in high demand all over the state.
His fingers were so fast as he worked, and I’m sure he loved his job. He smoked a pipe filled with Prince Albert tobacco in a red-and-white can.
So now all is still, all is quiet. If only old buildings could talk, what a story they could tell.