Editor’s note: This is the 37th of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy.
Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here.
The corner gas station
Today’s gas stations are pretty impersonal places. You pull up to a pump, swipe your credit card, maybe punch in whether you want a car wash and a receipt, and then you fill up your own tank. You do it all, of course, without talking to, or even seeing, anyone who works at the station.
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