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Square – We played many games of knockout flies in the town square. This is the game where a single batter tosses the ball into the air and then hits it toward a group of fielders. Once a fielder catches the prescribed number of fly balls and/or first bounces he or she becomes the batter. It’s a wonder but I don’t recall the big window of the bank ever getting broken.
At the west end of the square something rather unusual would occur on Saturday evenings in the summers of the late 1930’s. A farm wagon was parked at the west end toward the Methodist Church. A movie screen was set on top of it and a free movie was shown. People would gather with their lawn chairs, blankets, wooden crates and snacks and sit in the square waiting for it to get dark enough to start the film. It was usually a western or comedy. The sound was not good and it was rare to make it all the way through without the film breaking. But other than a few disgusted “ahs” the small crowd would wait patiently for the projectionist to rethread the film.
Town Hall – The Town Hall stood at the southwest corner of the square and had the only sidewalk in town suitable for roller skating. It also had a fire escape that acted as the community’s monkey bars. This was the location for the school graduation ceremonies for both of my parents and where the little girl sang Put on an Old Pair of Shoes in the Medicine Show of 1946.
Methodist Church – The Methodist Church played an important part in the lives of my family although none of us were particularly religious except possibly Grandpa. My grandparents had stopped attending as my grandmother became increasingly frail and my grandfather’s hearing got worse. Mom attended church regularly and Dad occasionally. I believe my brothers attended regularly up to their teenage years and then only rarely. For the most part I did the same up until I was asked to be the acting superintendent.
The church was important as the center for many social occasions. It was where the Women’s Society of Christian Services met. Early morning breakfast was served as part of the Sunrise Service on Easter Sundays. Open church weddings were held there. Ice Cream Socials and Chicken Noodle Dinners were part of the annual events. But for us kids the Youth Fellowship Meetings were the most important.
When the church acquired new hymnals they asked Dad to write an inscription in each of them because he wrote with fine penmanship.
Reverend and Mrs. Sam Root – Reverend Root was the minister of the Methodist Church. I believe he was well liked and respected by the congregation. He had the unusual talent of playing the musical saw. He would hold the handle end of the saw between his knees with the smooth edge of the blade up. He would grasp the small end of the blade with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. This way he was able to bend the saw at different points along its length. He then would stroke the saw with a violin bow. And depending on which part of the saw was bent he would produce different notes. The sound was a whiney twanging sound something like that made by a bagpipe.
His son Donald, who didn’t always see eye to eye with his parents and would let them and the nearby neighbors know by blowing his trumpet very loudly, also had an unusual skill. He could walk on a pair of monster stilts. The stilts had foot blocks about three feet high and none of us younger boys could handle them.
From here we will head north up Long Alley.
Jim Kiner – Everyone in town knew Jim Kiner. He had been a rather well known baseball player in his younger years. My dad used to tell of some rather marathon pool contests between the two of them. They were both pretty skilled and would play games that eliminated luck like All Bank or Twenty-five Ball. Jim was the first black person I ever knew. One day when I was collecting for the paper Jim leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Roger had a similar experience. I think it was the only time I was ever kissed by any of my paper customers.
Huston Filling Station/Store – The Hustons operated a filling station and a small store across from Elmer Miller’s house. One time Russel Weaver and I were camping out on the embankment of the old interurban line just south of the swimming hole. We had taken our camping supplies which consisted of blankets, a package of baloney and a package of Mail Pouch Chewing Tobacco. We ate, we chewed, we spit, we puked and then we slept. But shortly after we had fallen asleep we were awakened by a crashing sound. We headed up toward Huston’s to investigate and discovered a man and woman had wrecked on a motorcycle. They had gotten too high on the curve and into some sand left over from the winter. They both were walking but badly scraped, scratched and bruised. We went up to Huston’s and pounded on the door until Mr. Huston came and opened up his store for them to get some iodine and bandages.
South on High Street
Frank and Mabel Stahl - Around Thanksgiving in 1950 there was a major snowfall in Carroll. The field north of the Stahl house was used as pasture in the summer but in the winter the cows were in the barn. This pasture was mostly on the side of a hill. This hill was the best sledding place in town for the next month or so. First we had to tromp up and down the hill to compact a trail for sledding. Next we added a stack of snow at the bottom which we called “the hump”. This was a significant addition for now we had a choice at the end of a run to either just slide to a stop or to “jump the hump”. The Stahl’s never objected to our using their field. I imagine that it was a major source of entertainment for them to sit at their lunch table and watch twenty kids having fun sledding on their hill. Many kids spent many hours on that hill that winter.
Back on Center before heading south on Long Alley
Jessie Gundy – Jessie Gundy is probably the best known prior resident of Carroll. She was the author of various historical writings about what Carroll was like a century ago.
Lewis P. Snider – This was the last house on Long Alley. (And the last stop on our paper route.) This was the house in which the school principal Lewis P. Snider had lived and where I saw his son Paul walk on his hands at the age of seven. I don’t remember the names of the people who moved here later. It was a couple and they both worked out of town. They were rarely home when I delivered their paper. They always had a case of Pepsi Cola bottles on their back porch. I would frequently grab a bottle of warm Pepsi, go sit in their swing in the side yard and drink it. When I was finished I would replace the empty bottle back in the case. They never questioned me about this. I don’t know whether they knew or not.
We have finished passing papers. It is time to give up the paper route and venture out into a wider world.
At the west end of the square something rather unusual would occur on Saturday evenings in the summers of the late 1930’s. A farm wagon was parked at the west end toward the Methodist Church. A movie screen was set on top of it and a free movie was shown. People would gather with their lawn chairs, blankets, wooden crates and snacks and sit in the square waiting for it to get dark enough to start the film. It was usually a western or comedy. The sound was not good and it was rare to make it all the way through without the film breaking. But other than a few disgusted “ahs” the small crowd would wait patiently for the projectionist to rethread the film.
Town Hall – The Town Hall stood at the southwest corner of the square and had the only sidewalk in town suitable for roller skating. It also had a fire escape that acted as the community’s monkey bars. This was the location for the school graduation ceremonies for both of my parents and where the little girl sang Put on an Old Pair of Shoes in the Medicine Show of 1946.
Methodist Church – The Methodist Church played an important part in the lives of my family although none of us were particularly religious except possibly Grandpa. My grandparents had stopped attending as my grandmother became increasingly frail and my grandfather’s hearing got worse. Mom attended church regularly and Dad occasionally. I believe my brothers attended regularly up to their teenage years and then only rarely. For the most part I did the same up until I was asked to be the acting superintendent.
The church was important as the center for many social occasions. It was where the Women’s Society of Christian Services met. Early morning breakfast was served as part of the Sunrise Service on Easter Sundays. Open church weddings were held there. Ice Cream Socials and Chicken Noodle Dinners were part of the annual events. But for us kids the Youth Fellowship Meetings were the most important.
When the church acquired new hymnals they asked Dad to write an inscription in each of them because he wrote with fine penmanship.
Reverend and Mrs. Sam Root – Reverend Root was the minister of the Methodist Church. I believe he was well liked and respected by the congregation. He had the unusual talent of playing the musical saw. He would hold the handle end of the saw between his knees with the smooth edge of the blade up. He would grasp the small end of the blade with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. This way he was able to bend the saw at different points along its length. He then would stroke the saw with a violin bow. And depending on which part of the saw was bent he would produce different notes. The sound was a whiney twanging sound something like that made by a bagpipe.
His son Donald, who didn’t always see eye to eye with his parents and would let them and the nearby neighbors know by blowing his trumpet very loudly, also had an unusual skill. He could walk on a pair of monster stilts. The stilts had foot blocks about three feet high and none of us younger boys could handle them.
From here we will head north up Long Alley.
Jim Kiner – Everyone in town knew Jim Kiner. He had been a rather well known baseball player in his younger years. My dad used to tell of some rather marathon pool contests between the two of them. They were both pretty skilled and would play games that eliminated luck like All Bank or Twenty-five Ball. Jim was the first black person I ever knew. One day when I was collecting for the paper Jim leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Roger had a similar experience. I think it was the only time I was ever kissed by any of my paper customers.
Huston Filling Station/Store – The Hustons operated a filling station and a small store across from Elmer Miller’s house. One time Russel Weaver and I were camping out on the embankment of the old interurban line just south of the swimming hole. We had taken our camping supplies which consisted of blankets, a package of baloney and a package of Mail Pouch Chewing Tobacco. We ate, we chewed, we spit, we puked and then we slept. But shortly after we had fallen asleep we were awakened by a crashing sound. We headed up toward Huston’s to investigate and discovered a man and woman had wrecked on a motorcycle. They had gotten too high on the curve and into some sand left over from the winter. They both were walking but badly scraped, scratched and bruised. We went up to Huston’s and pounded on the door until Mr. Huston came and opened up his store for them to get some iodine and bandages.
South on High Street
Frank and Mabel Stahl - Around Thanksgiving in 1950 there was a major snowfall in Carroll. The field north of the Stahl house was used as pasture in the summer but in the winter the cows were in the barn. This pasture was mostly on the side of a hill. This hill was the best sledding place in town for the next month or so. First we had to tromp up and down the hill to compact a trail for sledding. Next we added a stack of snow at the bottom which we called “the hump”. This was a significant addition for now we had a choice at the end of a run to either just slide to a stop or to “jump the hump”. The Stahl’s never objected to our using their field. I imagine that it was a major source of entertainment for them to sit at their lunch table and watch twenty kids having fun sledding on their hill. Many kids spent many hours on that hill that winter.
Back on Center before heading south on Long Alley
Jessie Gundy – Jessie Gundy is probably the best known prior resident of Carroll. She was the author of various historical writings about what Carroll was like a century ago.
Lewis P. Snider – This was the last house on Long Alley. (And the last stop on our paper route.) This was the house in which the school principal Lewis P. Snider had lived and where I saw his son Paul walk on his hands at the age of seven. I don’t remember the names of the people who moved here later. It was a couple and they both worked out of town. They were rarely home when I delivered their paper. They always had a case of Pepsi Cola bottles on their back porch. I would frequently grab a bottle of warm Pepsi, go sit in their swing in the side yard and drink it. When I was finished I would replace the empty bottle back in the case. They never questioned me about this. I don’t know whether they knew or not.
We have finished passing papers. It is time to give up the paper route and venture out into a wider world.