You can see the woman with somebody (Her mother? Aunt Gladys?) standing by the Swift Market House on West Center Street. It sure looks empty there. Is that wagon from the Red Wagon Inn? Or did the Swift Market House have its own wagon?

In this next image you can see our heroine to the extreme right, glancing across Town Square as the horse drawn streetcar is loading. I'm surprised that in 1958 there was still a fire hydrant right out in the open. Maybe it made it feel like a real Main Street?

I think she's CIA.
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