Memories of Growing Up in Marysville


Editor’s note: This is the 40th 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.
A position of power
When I was around five years old, there was a girl named Marjorie Brown who lived several houses west of us on West Fifth Street. She was about one year older than me, and we sometimes played together. Marjorie’s dad, Clarence, was a policeman, and he occasionally came home for lunch while we were playing. I was really impressed by his uniform, as well as the bright silver badge he wore on his shirt. Plus he had a really great hat with a shiny bill in front. Wouldn’t it be neat to be a policeman when I grew up, so I could dress like that?
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