Like his mother before him, my uncle Charles Barnett spent every summer of his childhood in Rosendale. The town he remembers from the 1940s was a busy place, full of small businesses and local color. You can read about it in the Century House’s summer 2000 issue.
My uncle also wrote “Summer Song: Growing Up Along the Rondout,” which the librarian at the Rosendale town library says is a huge hit with the locals. It’s part of the local history collection.
My cousins and I remember a sleepier Rosendale in the 1960s. Mr. and Mrs. Gilmartin dispensed calamine lotion (and ice cream sodas) from behind the counter of what is now The Big Cheese. The Rosendale Theatre was open, but there were a lot of empty storefronts.
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