Our Town, Act One, Scene One:
The name of the town is Grover's Corners, New Hampshire just across the Massachusetts line: latitude 42 degrees 40 minutes; longitude 70 degrees 37 minutes...
Well, I'd better show you how our town lies. Up here - is Main Street. Way back there is the railway station; tracks go that way...
Over there is the Congregational Church; across the street's the Presbyterian. Methodist and Unitarian are over there. Baptist is down in the holla' by the river. Catholic Church is over beyond the tracks.
Here's the Town Hall and Post Office combined; jail's in the basement. Bryan once made a speech from these very steps here.
Along here's a row of stores. Hitching posts and horse blocks in front of them. First automobile's going to come along in about five years belonged to Banker Cartwright, our richest citizen ... lives in the big white house up on the hill.
Here's the grocery store and here's Mr. Morgan's drugstore. Most everybody in town manages to look into those two stores once a day.
Public School's over yonder. High School's still farther over. Quarter of nine mornings, noontimes, and three o'clock afternoons, the hull town can hear the yelling and screaming from those schoolyards...
This is our doctor's house, - Doc Gibbs...
In those days our newspaper come out twice a week- the Grover's Corners Sentinel - and this is Editor Webb's house...
The earliest tombstones in the cemetery up there on the mountain say 1670-1680 - they're Grovers and Cartwrights and Gibbses and Herseys - same names as are around here now...