Birds-eye view of Nantasket Beach on the left. And (not shown)the world-famous Paragon Park that was along the right-hand side of this boulevard. This locale is about 15 miles southeast of Boston. The utilty pole shown on the far right was owned by the Hull Municipal Lighting Plant. They commenced operation in 1894. This publicly-owned electric utility (which continues to this day) started out with a steam plant serving this coastal community of about 4,000 customers. If you look close enough you will see the two wires that lead to the gooseneck street light on the pole. I have the original photograph and those wires really look like they were dead-ended on each side of a CD 200 glass insulator. The Hull Municipal Light Plant's generation plant and facilities were on Electric Avenue which was a little more than a mile north of where this photo was taken. The utility for some unknown reason used a lot of light-to-dark blue porcelain "hat" type insulators. No, they were not delineators. Plenty were Pittsburg MLODS from the teens with deep grooves as I recall while foraging from their utility discards from 1964 until 1980. Thanks to the late Joseph Duggan (foreman), Kenneth Borland (stockman), "Snookie" (the Office Manager) and Everett Lutzy (General Manager)...these folks always welcomed me to their very homespun Hull, MA electric utility whenever I made the short trip from across the street at the shoreside beach while my family was enjoying the wonders of the sand and salt water. Especially when I recall The Cyrkle playing "Red Rubber Ball" and "Turn Down Day" along with other goose-bump-ing, memory-lane hits of the summer of 1966 including "Groovy Kind Of Love" and the endless list of other tunes from the good ole-days of AM Radio that seemed to be everywhere like God's Presence as an aura no matter where I went. Back to the bicycle trtps... I made a couple 22-mile *one-way* trips via bicycle from Brockton, MA during school vacations. The latter was during the 1965-67 period. I never told my parents about that. Also, I fibbed to my "family" at Hull Light that I was staying at relatives nearby and happened to have my bike with me. Boy! Those insulators within my twin-rear-mounted bicycle baskets were pretty heavy as I returned on my way home. Add-on those dreaded hills and cold weather blasts in-the-face upon the 22-mile return trip. Just pile it on. I think I was a dedicated insulator collector then, so I have been told. Please refer to [id=179938778] for an original copy of an 1966 utility industry story about me. Then click onto the link within it for Bill's image-clarification and close-up of this. By at least those how far I went in my hobby at-the-time to keep pursuing the new and unusual. It was not until early 1967 until I made contact with another insulator collector. Thanks to the Ohio Brass Company who forwarded me a letter from a similar enthusiast from across the country somewhere. JOE (or ECB, East Coast Brent as dedicated to me by the the GOM ;-) -------------------------- Sent via my Vintage Coal-Burning, Rotary-Dial Western Electric Phone. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ |