North Sandwich Store ...

... in New Hampshire, where we shopped when we regularly spent my teenage summers a mile down the road, in a large house with a mansard roof.  A  mile further was our regular swimming spot (marked on the map) in a clear mountain stream,  which we called Whiteface and which today is dubbed the Potholes.  Usually we would go for a swim around midday and then return home for lunch. Two or three days a week a cleaning lady would be there to prepare the lunch.  Those were the days  :)