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Kull/Ridgway Carroll Hardware Store – The store is located on the southeast corner of Canal Street and Center Street. When Dad took over the store he found that Grandpa and his brother Frank had not exactly kept up with the times. He came to this conclusion as he took an inventory and counted the horse blankets, collars and harnesses. Shortly after Dad took over the store he had Roger and I paint it. I was painting the front and had the double ladders fully extended. Standing on the third rung from the top I could not quite reach the peak. So I let loose of the ladder and stretched to reach the peak. There for an instant in time I was not sure that I wasn’t going to tip backwards off the ladder. Just writing this brings back the feeling of that moment when I almost fell thirty feet to the sidewalk below. The peak did not get painted
Carroll Hardware Store
A less stressful painting story is the year Mom painted the house from the bottom up. She decided that she could paint whatever she could reach from a step ladder and did. It was a rather unorthodox way to paint a house. However, after “Butter” Loy was hired to paint the top, it turned out fine.
Carl and Nellie Bowen – Carl Bowen was a near legend as an apple picker. He could out pick anyone. I remembered hearing of his one hundred plus picking days and was later motivated to pick late into the evening of one day just so I could brag that I had picked one hundred bushels in one day.
Before the Bowens moved into this building it was Ruff’s “Fancy Meat and Groceries” store. One of my early memories is of the day Mom took me grocery shopping with her to Ruff’s store. I must have been about four years old. I picked up a sucker and clutched it in my hand. Mom paid the bill and we left the store. As we were walking down the sidewalk Mom noticed the sucker. She immediately marched me back to the store and made me return the sucker and apologize to Mr. Ruff.
Underwood/Benner Tavern – This tavern was always referred to as the “6% Joint.” Above the tavern lived a couple of renters. Delivering papers here always created a little feeling of adventure, like visiting the other side of the tracks. After all this was the 6% Joint. One late extremely cold winter evening two or three of us boys decided to carry buckets of water to the center of the crowned street and pour them out. The water froze nearly instantly. And we had some fun sliding on the ice but more fun watching some innocent customer leave the “6% Joint” and attempt to cross the street.
Lester and Sadie Underwood –This was another large family consisting of Paul, Betty, Lewis, Bob, Donny, Larry, Garry, and Rich. Bob “Cotton” and Donny were a couple more boys who participated in most of the town games during my time. Larry and Garry were twins and they were a few years younger than I but I remember that other boys couldn’t tell them apart. So rather than make the mistake of calling Larry “Garry” or Garry “Larry” they were both called “Twin”.
We now cross to the other side of the street.
Dow and Ethyl Cohagen – The Cohagens had a one car garage behind the house. It leaned at an angle of about eighty degrees. An angle that Oscar Tener might say was a little over plumb. Anytime Mom saw a building that was “over plumb” she would call it a Dow Cohagen building. Ethyl Cohagen was the Carroll Society Reporter for the Lancaster Eagle Gazette. Her byline would appear once a week or biweekly. As I remember them, the news items were little more than someone from her circle of acquaintances being visited by some friends or relatives.
Dow Cohagen ran a garage in Jefferson out toward Canal Winchester. He also was a member of some organization that sponsored a booth at the annual Labor Day Street Fair in Canal Winchester. One evening he took Russel Weaver and me with him to the fair. While he worked in his booth Russel and I had the entire evening to check out the fair. The most memorable part of this experience was riding in the rumble seat of Mr. Cohagen’s Model A Ford.
Doctor and Lulu Brown – Doc Brown was the first person ever to lay eyes on me and I have a birth certificate to prove it. When Doc Brown wasn’t delivering babies he would sometimes sit on a folding chair in his side yard and practice his fly casting at a tin can twenty or thirty feet away.
Hordy’s – For the Ridgway boys and many other boys Hordy’s was “Carroll Central”. Hordy’s was more vital than school, church or any other institution. When I was very young I sometimes would be sent over to Hordy’s on Saturday evenings to buy ice cream for the family. Apparently it was too much for my young mind to remember one quart and one pint so I would order one big quart and one little quart of vanilla. One reason that Hordy was popular with us boys was that he allowed us to play pool if we were twelve years old and it was after nine o’clock on a week night. I think it is nearly impossible to have a conversation with any old Carroll resident and not have Hordy’s be a leading part.
Ed and Margaret Beech –The Beeches lived right next to Hordy’s in an upstairs apartment in the Blackstone building. This in effect placed Margaret’s children Peggy Johnson, Jim Johnson and Eileen Beech in the center of much of the town’s activity.
When I was in school I went home for lunch nearly every day. In fact I never ate in the school cafeteria until one time in my senior year and then I was embarrassed and uncomfortable because I just did not know how it worked. There was a pathway between Hordy’s and the Beech home that I passed through four times a day for twelve years of school. This adds up to somewhere around eight thousand trips on that pathway past their stairway.
Now we switch to the north side of West Canal Street
Post Office – In those days a visit to the Post Office was a daily event. There was no delivery and when you went to get your mail you asked the postmaster and he would retrieve it from the sorting bins in the back. This was before the Post Office was relocated south on Canal Street where you could access your locked box yourself via a combination. One year Grandpa bought each of us boys a twenty-five dollar War Bond for Christmas. I think they cost him eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents. We boys were told that they weren’t to be cashed in and they were for something called savings. As a young boy I personally thought it was a very sad excuse for a Christmas present. I could not play with it. I couldn’t eat it. I couldn’t even wear it. Occasionally Mom would take me or send me to buy a War Stamp to paste in my War Stamp book. When you had a book full of these twenty-five cent stamps equal to eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents you could trade it in for a War Bond. I never got my War Stamp book filled.
Woodgeard’s Grocery – Woodgeard’s Grocery was the location of other stamp transactions. During the war you had to give them meat, sugar, and other Ration Stamps. And sometimes they gave you S & H Green Stamps. This was before self service so you went up to the counter and asked for what you wanted. Then Darley (or his wife, son or daughter) would go and retrieve it and ring it up. I especially liked it when we were buying cereal because then Darley would get this long pole with an attachment on the end with which he could grasp the box from the top shelf.
John Evelands – John Eveland’s house was where many of us boys learned to play penny ante poker. This was special and another rite of passage because we never played poker at home. I imagine it had to do with our being Methodists. At home we played Monopoly and Five Hundred Rum. We would gather at the Eveland’s kitchen table and play nickel limit dealer’s choice. John would sit in many of the games himself.
John’s son Buck was somewhat of a leader among us boys. He was one of the first to get an automobile of his own. One summer Buck organized a softball team made up of a bunch of us town boys. We ranged in age from twelve to sixteen years. We were organized so that a team of older girls could have a team to practice against. The girls played their games at a field down by the junction of Route 33 and the Coonpath Road. The special thing about these games was that we got to play at night under the lights.
Another occasion that I remember happened one autumn when I was about fourteen. A bunch of us boys were playing tackle football behind the school. I was carrying the ball and someone had me by one leg. As I lunged trying to get free Buck came in to tackle me from the front. We banged heads opening up nearly identical cuts in our eyebrows. Buck’s mother drove us to Lancaster to a doctor. He took us right in to his office. When he noticed that there were two identical cuts, he called all the people from his waiting room in to see. Both Buck and I received four or five stitches.
On another day Buck and I skipped school and went to Lancaster to see a movie. We saw On the Town with Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra. Buck’s girl friend Lu wrote me an excuse from Mrs.Ridgway that said “Please excuse Denny because he was needed to clean out the gutters.”
Somewhere around the time when I was fourteen or fifteen some of us kids would go with Buck to the Saturday night triple feature at the Palace Theater in Lancaster. The Palace ran a double feature from Thursday through Saturday and a new single feature from Sunday through Wednesday. But following the last showing of the double feature on a Saturday night would be the premiere showing of Sunday’s movie. So you can imagine that a theater full of teenagers for five or so hours developed a little bit of a reputation of wildness. So much so that convincing Mom that I should go was always difficult but usually I could get her to give in reluctantly.
Earl and Iva Clum – When I was just old enough to be allowed to go over to the school yard and play on the swings I was really impressed by Donny Clum. He could swing very high while standing up and holding on with just one hand.
Elizabeth “Lizzy” Stith – In my younger years, Mom did the washing by hand in the kitchen with a tub and wash board. As the washing for eight was quite a chore, she hired Lizzy to do our laundry for a few years. Later when Mom got a wringer washer she took over the job again. When Mom and one of us boys went to Lizzy’s to drop off or pickup the laundry, Lizzy would always ask Mom which one of us boys was her favorite and Mom would always reply “They’re all my favorites”.
Now we crossover to the south side.
Warren and Nellie Craig – There was a cream station in the south apartment of the Craig home for a number of years. We never had any dealings with either this creamery or the one in the Weaver Building. I think they just collected milk and did not sell to the public but I’m not sure. In any case our milk was delivered to our door by a milk man. Mom would set out the empty bottles with a note stuck in the top. The milk man would read the note, drop off the order and retrieve the empty bottles. This was before homogenized milk so the liquid was always two toned as the cream separated from the milk and rose to the top. In the winter time if the milk was not brought into the house soon enough it froze and pushed the cardboard caps up out of the bottles.
Now it is time to head west on Center Street.
A less stressful painting story is the year Mom painted the house from the bottom up. She decided that she could paint whatever she could reach from a step ladder and did. It was a rather unorthodox way to paint a house. However, after “Butter” Loy was hired to paint the top, it turned out fine.
Carl and Nellie Bowen – Carl Bowen was a near legend as an apple picker. He could out pick anyone. I remembered hearing of his one hundred plus picking days and was later motivated to pick late into the evening of one day just so I could brag that I had picked one hundred bushels in one day.
Before the Bowens moved into this building it was Ruff’s “Fancy Meat and Groceries” store. One of my early memories is of the day Mom took me grocery shopping with her to Ruff’s store. I must have been about four years old. I picked up a sucker and clutched it in my hand. Mom paid the bill and we left the store. As we were walking down the sidewalk Mom noticed the sucker. She immediately marched me back to the store and made me return the sucker and apologize to Mr. Ruff.
Underwood/Benner Tavern – This tavern was always referred to as the “6% Joint.” Above the tavern lived a couple of renters. Delivering papers here always created a little feeling of adventure, like visiting the other side of the tracks. After all this was the 6% Joint. One late extremely cold winter evening two or three of us boys decided to carry buckets of water to the center of the crowned street and pour them out. The water froze nearly instantly. And we had some fun sliding on the ice but more fun watching some innocent customer leave the “6% Joint” and attempt to cross the street.
Lester and Sadie Underwood –This was another large family consisting of Paul, Betty, Lewis, Bob, Donny, Larry, Garry, and Rich. Bob “Cotton” and Donny were a couple more boys who participated in most of the town games during my time. Larry and Garry were twins and they were a few years younger than I but I remember that other boys couldn’t tell them apart. So rather than make the mistake of calling Larry “Garry” or Garry “Larry” they were both called “Twin”.
We now cross to the other side of the street.
Dow and Ethyl Cohagen – The Cohagens had a one car garage behind the house. It leaned at an angle of about eighty degrees. An angle that Oscar Tener might say was a little over plumb. Anytime Mom saw a building that was “over plumb” she would call it a Dow Cohagen building. Ethyl Cohagen was the Carroll Society Reporter for the Lancaster Eagle Gazette. Her byline would appear once a week or biweekly. As I remember them, the news items were little more than someone from her circle of acquaintances being visited by some friends or relatives.
Dow Cohagen ran a garage in Jefferson out toward Canal Winchester. He also was a member of some organization that sponsored a booth at the annual Labor Day Street Fair in Canal Winchester. One evening he took Russel Weaver and me with him to the fair. While he worked in his booth Russel and I had the entire evening to check out the fair. The most memorable part of this experience was riding in the rumble seat of Mr. Cohagen’s Model A Ford.
Doctor and Lulu Brown – Doc Brown was the first person ever to lay eyes on me and I have a birth certificate to prove it. When Doc Brown wasn’t delivering babies he would sometimes sit on a folding chair in his side yard and practice his fly casting at a tin can twenty or thirty feet away.
Hordy’s – For the Ridgway boys and many other boys Hordy’s was “Carroll Central”. Hordy’s was more vital than school, church or any other institution. When I was very young I sometimes would be sent over to Hordy’s on Saturday evenings to buy ice cream for the family. Apparently it was too much for my young mind to remember one quart and one pint so I would order one big quart and one little quart of vanilla. One reason that Hordy was popular with us boys was that he allowed us to play pool if we were twelve years old and it was after nine o’clock on a week night. I think it is nearly impossible to have a conversation with any old Carroll resident and not have Hordy’s be a leading part.
Ed and Margaret Beech –The Beeches lived right next to Hordy’s in an upstairs apartment in the Blackstone building. This in effect placed Margaret’s children Peggy Johnson, Jim Johnson and Eileen Beech in the center of much of the town’s activity.
When I was in school I went home for lunch nearly every day. In fact I never ate in the school cafeteria until one time in my senior year and then I was embarrassed and uncomfortable because I just did not know how it worked. There was a pathway between Hordy’s and the Beech home that I passed through four times a day for twelve years of school. This adds up to somewhere around eight thousand trips on that pathway past their stairway.
Now we switch to the north side of West Canal Street
Post Office – In those days a visit to the Post Office was a daily event. There was no delivery and when you went to get your mail you asked the postmaster and he would retrieve it from the sorting bins in the back. This was before the Post Office was relocated south on Canal Street where you could access your locked box yourself via a combination. One year Grandpa bought each of us boys a twenty-five dollar War Bond for Christmas. I think they cost him eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents. We boys were told that they weren’t to be cashed in and they were for something called savings. As a young boy I personally thought it was a very sad excuse for a Christmas present. I could not play with it. I couldn’t eat it. I couldn’t even wear it. Occasionally Mom would take me or send me to buy a War Stamp to paste in my War Stamp book. When you had a book full of these twenty-five cent stamps equal to eighteen dollars and seventy-five cents you could trade it in for a War Bond. I never got my War Stamp book filled.
Woodgeard’s Grocery – Woodgeard’s Grocery was the location of other stamp transactions. During the war you had to give them meat, sugar, and other Ration Stamps. And sometimes they gave you S & H Green Stamps. This was before self service so you went up to the counter and asked for what you wanted. Then Darley (or his wife, son or daughter) would go and retrieve it and ring it up. I especially liked it when we were buying cereal because then Darley would get this long pole with an attachment on the end with which he could grasp the box from the top shelf.
John Evelands – John Eveland’s house was where many of us boys learned to play penny ante poker. This was special and another rite of passage because we never played poker at home. I imagine it had to do with our being Methodists. At home we played Monopoly and Five Hundred Rum. We would gather at the Eveland’s kitchen table and play nickel limit dealer’s choice. John would sit in many of the games himself.
John’s son Buck was somewhat of a leader among us boys. He was one of the first to get an automobile of his own. One summer Buck organized a softball team made up of a bunch of us town boys. We ranged in age from twelve to sixteen years. We were organized so that a team of older girls could have a team to practice against. The girls played their games at a field down by the junction of Route 33 and the Coonpath Road. The special thing about these games was that we got to play at night under the lights.
Another occasion that I remember happened one autumn when I was about fourteen. A bunch of us boys were playing tackle football behind the school. I was carrying the ball and someone had me by one leg. As I lunged trying to get free Buck came in to tackle me from the front. We banged heads opening up nearly identical cuts in our eyebrows. Buck’s mother drove us to Lancaster to a doctor. He took us right in to his office. When he noticed that there were two identical cuts, he called all the people from his waiting room in to see. Both Buck and I received four or five stitches.
On another day Buck and I skipped school and went to Lancaster to see a movie. We saw On the Town with Gene Kelly and Frank Sinatra. Buck’s girl friend Lu wrote me an excuse from Mrs.Ridgway that said “Please excuse Denny because he was needed to clean out the gutters.”
Somewhere around the time when I was fourteen or fifteen some of us kids would go with Buck to the Saturday night triple feature at the Palace Theater in Lancaster. The Palace ran a double feature from Thursday through Saturday and a new single feature from Sunday through Wednesday. But following the last showing of the double feature on a Saturday night would be the premiere showing of Sunday’s movie. So you can imagine that a theater full of teenagers for five or so hours developed a little bit of a reputation of wildness. So much so that convincing Mom that I should go was always difficult but usually I could get her to give in reluctantly.
Earl and Iva Clum – When I was just old enough to be allowed to go over to the school yard and play on the swings I was really impressed by Donny Clum. He could swing very high while standing up and holding on with just one hand.
Elizabeth “Lizzy” Stith – In my younger years, Mom did the washing by hand in the kitchen with a tub and wash board. As the washing for eight was quite a chore, she hired Lizzy to do our laundry for a few years. Later when Mom got a wringer washer she took over the job again. When Mom and one of us boys went to Lizzy’s to drop off or pickup the laundry, Lizzy would always ask Mom which one of us boys was her favorite and Mom would always reply “They’re all my favorites”.
Now we crossover to the south side.
Warren and Nellie Craig – There was a cream station in the south apartment of the Craig home for a number of years. We never had any dealings with either this creamery or the one in the Weaver Building. I think they just collected milk and did not sell to the public but I’m not sure. In any case our milk was delivered to our door by a milk man. Mom would set out the empty bottles with a note stuck in the top. The milk man would read the note, drop off the order and retrieve the empty bottles. This was before homogenized milk so the liquid was always two toned as the cream separated from the milk and rose to the top. In the winter time if the milk was not brought into the house soon enough it froze and pushed the cardboard caps up out of the bottles.
Now it is time to head west on Center Street.