Memories of the Sub Deb Club
Can you even begin to think about not having mail delivered to your door? Father’s Day is about here, and Christine and the kids got to talking (or asking) about my father. When my Dad was a teen, he had the job of going around town with a pony and a cart to light the 50-odd gas street lights. That was around 1900, and a few years later after a stint at the University of Illinois, he became one of the first three mail carriers in Beardstown; when the government started the house to house delivery. Prior to around 1905, everyone had to go to the Post Office to get their mail. The Post Office was located at three different places; including a spot in one of the shops below the Park Hotel, in the 1870s. The present new, big Post Office at the corner of Main and State Streets was built in 1920, after demolishing Thomas Beard’s brick hotel that stood at that corner.
With Fathers Day just around the corner, the kids asked what I wanted to do on Fathers Day, and my answer was to just be with as many of our family members as possible. This began the conversation with Christine and the kids about my Father. My Dad had a heart attack and died before three of the children were born. I can remember Dad at 6’5” walking from his home at the end of Washington Street down 15th Street to the Campus Inn, holding hands with Ann when she was not three years old.