Before Downtown Georgetown's summer street-event got gentrified into the Village Festival it enjoyed a good long life as Pioneer Days. Not sure how long it was "a thing" before we got here, but we plunged right in.
This picture shows my mom, Margaret (seated), looking after our wares in the sidewalk sale. Flora, from a lovely antiques and collectibles store next door, stands behind, in her bonnet. My aunt Janet, listening intently to a customer (and dressed in her regular casual clothes - which, as it happened, were pretty suitable for the event:) brought a big car-full of her wonderful pottery from her home in Ottawa to sell that weekend. It proved so popular that we went on featuring and selling it from our windows at 92 Main for more than a decade.