Every Sunday they dressed up and walked into town, which meant downtown in those days. North Plymouth was set apart by “the town,” also referred to as “Plymouth,” or “Plamouth,” if you were from northern Italy, as many were.

They did not see themselves as part of the town proper, because North Plymouth wasn’t just a village; it was a family. The North Italian, Portuguese and Germans who settled here, sunk roots here, where they attended church together, played in bands, worked side by side at The Plymouth Cordage Company, got their hair cut at the many barber shops and picked up their groceries at the many stores, made that Sunday pilgrimage into “town.”