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Show - 29 - glowed from his vigorous waxing. He knew that Mr. Standish always insisted that the automobile be in excellent condition at all times. The girls jumped into the back seat and they were on their way. It was just a short drive, to the market where Tom let them off. "I'll pick you up about 5:00 PM. We must be at the station at 5:15 sharp.You know your father does'nt appreciate tardiness," said Tom, and off he drove. San Bruno Avenue was a long, narrow street that extended up the hill to Five Mile Point, at the very top. The business district, as it was called at that time, was located at the bottom and from then on houses lined the hill on both sides to the summit. Every type of shop was located on either side of the street. It still retained most of the old fashioned quaintness of an earlier time. In the front of a big old store building was a sign with the words, "Levine's Meat, Fish & Poultry Market" printed on it. Inside of the rambling old frame structure was a maze of counters, fruit stands and sectioned-off partitions where everything imaginable was sold. One could purchase any variety of meats and poultry brought in from "Butcher Town", which was the name given to an area where the slaughter houses were located a mile or so from the Avenue toward the East. Long strings of salamies, sausages, bolognas and other succulent meats were hung on hooks in back of the counters. Cheeses of every conceivable type, olives, pigs' feet and various cold cuts were stacked on trays in the glass cases. Scattered on top of the counters were large Jars of homemade pickles of every kind. Here and there in the crowded isles were upright metal racks containing paper row upon row of soft sliced white and wholewheat breads wrapped in wax/covers. Also long crisp loaves of sweet and sourdough French bread with an unequaled |
