Sign of All Time
Moving to Richfield in 1995 was an exciting time for me. I had always thought of Richfield as a great place to raise a family. Back then, the city was just beginning to show signs of Minneapolis blight creeping in, but for the most part, it still felt like a nostalgic slice of what America used to be. There was a locally owned hardware store and countless mom-and-pop shops.
I remember one sign on Lyndale near 77th that I always noticed—a real “sign of times past.” Every time I passed it, I’d check to make sure it was still there, knowing it was only a matter of time before it disappeared. For 24 years, I kept telling myself, Lisa, you’ve got to get a picture of that!
Recently, while walking to the car dealer from work, my route took me down Lyndale. As I approached the sign, I said to myself, Today’s the day!
Heading south on Lyndale
Heading north on Lyndale
