I enjoyed your story (Essex
Troop). I also lived in Roseville. We rented a house at 21 Myrtle
Avenue. I was five years old when the Troopers left the Armory in
that January. I don't remember their exodus but I do remember always
trying to look at their horses. Correct me if I'm wrong. I remember
on Orange Street to the right of the Tivoli Theater there was an
open area that led to the back of the Armory. Through these windows
I could look down and see the horses in their stalls. That was a
sight I tried not to miss. The prerequisite was to get across Orange
Street with the help of an adult.
My parents bought a house in Vailsburg in the summer of 1941.
With the imagination of a little boy I could no longer enjoy the
Wild West with everything but the Indians. It's hard to believe
that was 61 years ago.
Thanks for your recollections.