This Tiny Village

By dhowell - Posted on 28 December 2007

One of the oldest available pictures of Main Street.

A few log huts were erected. The ground was muddy and covred with tree stumps. There was a store where the Union Savings Bank stands, there were no roads--no place very inviting to settle down for a day. Yet, this was Manchester in the 1830s.

This was the country that was to be transformed from a wilderness to an Eden. This had been the haunt of the wild beast and the untamed savage. This was to be the home of cultured and thrifty people. This was an area where forests were growing--where they might decay. But sawmills were coming and the railroads would be built and the lumber would be used here and shipped to other points east.

In years to come, more luxuriant homes would replace the log cabin, hotels would be built and the line of crudely built frame stores would be replaced by stately, sturdy, brick buildings. And all these brick structures stayed. Main Street has, for the most part, the same skyline as when these brick buildings were first constructed. Bricks for them were made right in Manchester.