Life was indeed a "lark" , Marty, each time my family took me to Willow Grove Park, and being a kid into model trains as I was, stopping at Jenkintown Hobby on the way to or from the park was an added treat! You didn't mentioned whether you were into model railroading while growing up but if you were maybe you bought trains from Broadbent's Trains on 2nd Street Pike in Southampton? As for Butch's Auction, I wonder how many times we might have crossed paths there. Living less than a mile from Butch's, my pals and I would bicycle there a few times a week. (That's when we weren't biking across the Poquessing Creek to The Byberry farmlands to watch from a distance prison guards supervising inmates who were brought there during the summer to tend the crops grown for the adjacent Byberry State Mental Hospital on Roosevelt Boulevard.
I remember too going with my dad to watch the planes at the former Willow Grove Naval Air Station. An even bigger unforgetable thrill was the few times he got me in to NADC, the Naval Air Defense facility at Johnsville where he worked as a civilian engineer in the centrifuge building when our country's first test pilot astronauts trained there getting themselves into shape preparing for their early Freedom and later Mercury missions. I certainly was awestruck meeting those space heroes every boy dreamed of someday emulating.
Btw,m never had a hoagie from Luigi's but I couldn't get enough of the pizza hoagies from Tony & Pete's across from the Andulusia Drive-In.
Hopefully we can meet at a future York, Marty, and talk o gauge and maybe even reminisce about our mutual environs as kids living in the 50's to 70's in beautiful southeastern Pennsylvania.
Kenn, aka ogaugeguy