I first met Nellie Potter in 1958, give or take a year. I can picture where I was sitting in Pine Tree School when she came to talk to us about local history, but I had the same desk through the third and fourth grades. It was during her visit that I first learned that I lived in Goshen.
I had often heard my father refer to Goshen Corner while giving directions to our house. In the 1950s, it came up in conversation with a lot of local people from his generation. Goshen Corner was the intersection where the road past our house crossed the first paved road, nearly a mile away. What I didn’t realize was that the crossroads had been the center of a sizable provincial community for most of a century, and that the whole district had been known, unofficially, as Goshen.
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