Yesterday I ventured upstairs to the archives at the Pensacola Historical Society for the second time in the short time I’ve been in this city. I had to do some research on the history of the first fire station that was ever built in this town. I always feel like I don’t have enough time to do historical research, but there is a big population of people in Pensacola that have a big interest in the city’s history, and they’ll let you know if they think you got it wrong.
This story was about an art gallery that is recovering a part of history by painting a mural of a firehouse on the wall where the door was originally located more than 130 years ago.
Here are the then and now pictures.
Things have changed in Pensacola. But in some ways…not that much. I guess that’s the beauty of a historic district. They preserve some semblance of history, even when so much change is unavoidable.