Niagara Falls Boulevard... My grandparents built this motel in the early fifties. The gift shop across the street is where I grew up '58-'65, when my parents gave it up. It's sad to see it in such disrepair, my grandmother would be distraut! The flower beds out front where her pride and joy. Anyways, the rest of the story... it was left to my three uncles when my grandfather passed away in the early seventies. Two of three uncles have since passed away and there isn'r much left to fight about. Oh well, brings back memories...
Best wishes
Frank Kocsis
