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Anamosa - A Reminiscence 1838 - 1988

The definitive history of the community of Anamosa, Iowa, USA

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the main attraction filling the big wooden drawer.<br />

Mr. and Mrs. Harper Smythe owned the Easterly<br />

Hotel on the south side of Main Street along Booth<br />

Street. On Saturday nights they sat out on the front<br />

porch of their hotel to watch the folks going by. I<br />

remember both of them talking to folks who stopped by<br />

to chat.<br />

Folks who needed watch repair will remember Nick<br />

Jura who operated a jewelry store on the south side of<br />

Main Street. He talked broken English. and as a kid I<br />

thought he might be related to some distant German<br />

from the old country who taught him the business. He<br />

was a very nice man.<br />

The Lazio Grocery Store was on West Main Street<br />

where fresh fruit seemed to appear daily. Joe Lazio was<br />

an <strong>Anamosa</strong> High School football player who started off<br />

the winning streak, and long after leaving high school<br />

he still loved the game. Both Lazio boys were fond of<br />

sports and used to come to every game played.<br />

George Zeuck operated Zeuck‘s Grocery on the north<br />

side of Main Street. l will always remember one of his<br />

employees. Mrs. Owen. She was from Wales and she<br />

had a brogue as rich as Jack Neville's. She was a lovely<br />

lady and an asset to the store. Those were the days<br />

when the clerk of the store would greet each customer<br />

as he walked in and ask. "Can I help you?" She did a<br />

wonderful job of making people feel welcome.<br />

Dr. Rawson had an upstairs office over Main Street.<br />

So did dentists. Dr. Trevarthen and Wilkinson. and a<br />

few others. No one worded about older people having to<br />

climb the steep stairs. Several law offices were also<br />

upstairs. as was the Bell Telephone office.<br />

If you wanted to discuss real estate, you could flnd<br />

‘Stub’ Conmey leaning against a light pole in front of<br />

Watkins’ Department Store. He made more contacts<br />

down there on the street than he did in his upstairs<br />

office.<br />

Roy Skeels had a gas station and grocery store<br />

combined in the west end of town. He sold Paraland<br />

Pennfield gas and oil, and Clover Leaf brand groceries.<br />

In 1939, at Christmas. Roy gave his customers milk<br />

stools that he had made by hand.<br />

One of the specialties of the soda fountain of<br />

McMickle's Drug Store was a soft drink called the<br />

“green river." This store had a row of circular-motion<br />

fans attached to the ceiling and it always seemed so<br />

nice and cool inside the store. You could also get thick<br />

malts and banana splits for a very special treat there.<br />

Frank Stoughton ran Stoughton's Drug Store next to<br />

the post office on the corner of Main and Booth Streets.<br />

Frank used to sell a double-dip ice cream cone with a<br />

cherry on the top for 5 cents. His cones seemed bigger<br />

than the size of cones today, and he pushed one dip<br />

right down into the inside of the cone and then<br />

piled two more huge dips on the top along with a<br />

cherry.<br />

Mr. Berger ran the “Kom Krib" candy store on the<br />

corner of Main and Ford Streets. It was a stopping place<br />

for all the kids. He sold both candy in bulk and candy<br />

bars. It was here that I was introduced to the new pop<br />

"Pepsi" that was competing with Coca-Cola in 1938.<br />

Every country kid dreamed of stopping off at the Korn<br />

Krib on Saturday night to buy a candy bar that was<br />

three times the size of present-day candy bars. The<br />

price? One nickel.<br />

The "Nook" was a favorite hang-out of the high<br />

school crowd. It was a meeting place for young people<br />

to go after games. for malts and hamburgers. and<br />

socializing. Everett Anderberg and his staff were most<br />

tolerant and understanding with young people and put<br />

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up with a lot of noise and horsepiay.<br />

Rudy Trejtnar had a shoe shop below the McNamara<br />

Shoe Store. Rudy repaired shoes and leather goods. The<br />

smell of leather and glue still sticks in mind, as we had<br />

new soles or heels put on our shoes and maybe sewed<br />

up a little. Rather than throwing old things away, folks<br />

took care of what they had and used things until there<br />

was no hope of repair left.<br />

Frank Hart owned “Hart's Motor Repair" where cars<br />

were reborn by a slow but methodical mechanic like<br />

Frank. When he finished repairing a car, it would run<br />

again. Frank had one bad eye, but that didn't slow him<br />

down at all. He loved kids and was really nice to me<br />

when my folks took a car in there for him to fix.<br />

"Lucky" Baldwin had a junk yard in the west end of<br />

<strong>Anamosa</strong>. Folks around thought it was an eyesore. but<br />

we kids thought it was really neat — all that stuff to sort<br />

through. Another area where you could find junk was<br />

where the city maintenance shop now stands. There<br />

was a pond there and it was populated by bullhead fish.<br />

The sides of the pond were lined with junk cars and<br />

parts. Buried under tons of fill dirt are antique cars and<br />

parts from sixty years ago.<br />

Reverend David Beggs was the minister of the First<br />

Congregational Church. He was from Ireland and he<br />

spoke with a slight Irish brogue. As a young man he<br />

had worked on the "Titanic" as a carpenter before<br />

entering the ministry. As a child. I thought he was<br />

related to God and I was told to behave real well when<br />

Reverend Beggs and his wife made a social call.<br />

in the years of the “dirty thirties" between the Depression<br />

and World War II. <strong>Anamosa</strong> was a thriving<br />

little town that was connected to the rest of the world<br />

by Highway No. 151 which ran right through town. On<br />

Saturday nights the population doubled as all<br />

surrounding fanners and their families came to town to<br />

shop and trade, and get things taken care of for another<br />

week. Farm folks often only came to town as a family<br />

once a week.<br />

A lot of country kids worked hard all week and<br />

especially hard on Saturday so that they could go to<br />

town on Saturday night. One of my first stops in town<br />

was at Curley Schuchman's Blacksmith Shop. I tried to<br />

stand out of the way (but was probably in the way]<br />

watching him shoe a pair of work horses. We kids were<br />

enthralled to see Curley‘s arm muscles stand out as he<br />

worked. He had the biggest arms I had ever seen. He<br />

was a giant of a man in my eyes and I was afraid of him<br />

because of his size. If I had ever thought of dating his<br />

daughter. Helen [now Helen Gray). I quickly changed<br />

my mind.<br />

Everyone I knew who was a kid in the thirties. and<br />

who lived on a farm. thought that going to town was<br />

something special. There was a lot to offer a kid if he<br />

had a quarter. There was no swimming pool but the<br />

town was the only means of restocking supplies and the<br />

only outlet for socializing. During the week kids were<br />

needed at home to do the chores. or help fix a hamess.<br />

or mend some fence. or get a planter ready for spring. or<br />

to milk the cows by hand. So, not much time was spent<br />

in town. If a harness was beyond our help. it meant a<br />

trip to town to see Fred Otten at his harness shop. We<br />

might get to visit the <strong>Anamosa</strong> Creamery in the early<br />

mornings to deliver milk and cream. Hazel Smith made<br />

the ice cream and ifyou behaved yourself you might get<br />

a sample.<br />

In the thirties and forties. North Ford Street was<br />

surfaced with brick. Coming into town from the north I<br />

remember the hum of the tires when driving over the<br />

brick. In winter the Ford Street hill would be roped off

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