Manuscripts/Mixed Material [Miss Ella Bartlett]
Miss Bartlett was so excited in pointing she almost dropped her bundles. “I can't understand why they tore it down.”
“Well, you know how it is. The old buildings, like the old people have to go, and the new ones replace them. That's life.” My reply, made just to keep the conversation going, was a faux pas indeed.
“Maybe that's what some folks think,” Miss Bartlett's voice had a cutting edge. “But I can tell you I cried myself sick the day they started tearing the old Town Hall down. It was like takin' off one of my arms. They didn't need to do it either, even if it was too old to use. Why not let it stand like a monument. Heavens known's we got plenty of room here in town to put up hundreds of buildings without takin' down any one of 'em that's standin'. It wasn't a bad lookin' building, neither - red brick, looked good on the outside, had a fountain and a nice one too.” (I had seen the fountain but didn't recognize it as such until some one had said “That is a fountain.”)
By this time I [was?] hopping from one foot to the other to keep from becoming a solid piece of ice.
“Come in my house and get warm and tell me about the good times you used to have on Christmas Eve,” I urged, and being half frozen herself, she came.