In 1919, Edgar Willey sold the garage to Charles Langille of 207 Summer Street. Charlie ran it as a gas station and repair shop. Charlie did not work there: he was the owner/manager. Charlie was in the insurance business and very active in town affairs. He was a selectman and an officer in the Marshfield Fair.
The Jewett was a less expensive auto than the Graham Paige.
In the 1940s, the only employee I remember was James Lambert of 35 Station Street. Across the street from where I lived (189 Summer Street) Jim would walk to work in the morning, back home for lunch, then back to the garage. I was too young to go to the garage alone, but my Mom would sometimes escort me to buy a candy bar — that is, when we had an extra 5 cents!
I’m not sure when Charlie acquired a Ford dealership. I remember he always had a new car. I was becoming a car nut, trucks too. Now that I was 6 years old, I could go to the Seaview Garage alone, but had to walk on Station Street, not Summer Street. Summer Street was a state road and very busy. It makes me laugh today — busy was maybe 20 cars a day.
The Seaview Garage was my hangout after school and weekends. Remember, there were no kids in Seaview my age. There were other reasons for hanging out — the candy counter, the Coke machine, the warm pot-bellied stove in the winter, the cars, and Eula. Eula was Charlie’s daughter, 12 years older than I and she always treated me nice. I remember not having a nickel for a candy bar but I always seemed to end up with 2or 3 pieces of a Skybar or the green Necco wafers.
The office was to the left of the huge metal overhead door that was operated with a chain — what a clatter it made opening and closing. The office had a large window in the front corner were Pansy Hayes sat at a large desk. Pansy was the book-keeper and lived on South River Street. My Mom would buy fresh eggs at the Hayes farm. I was always allowed behind the counter to sit on the swivel chair and spin around.
Charles C. Langille standing beside a 1923 Jewett auto. Credits: Ad and photo, courtesy of the Langille family. |
by Ray Freden
Originally published in the Marshfield Mariner, January 7, 2009