You simply cannot figure where the first of three starts when sifting through all your shit (too bad there is so much to choose from).
Bringing this up, Glenn of course shot down my recitation of the old wives’ tale. I felt a little stupid even going there. We were finally home after the funeral of Glenn’s mother in St. Louis. Maybe you simply want to know that the teeter-totter will equalize again.
Above is one of my favorite pictures of Glenn and his mom, Marion. He is in a fine old buggy (we are lucky enough to have one just like this), and there it is, all laid out in the background, the St. Louis boomer lifestyle. This is Ferguson, Missouri, one of many places where the children of immigrants of north St. Louis flowed into after the war. Marion had lived in what they called a cold water flat there. We walked around her old neighborhood the afternoon after her funeral.
Above, the bath house they used still exists. Notice all the area around it. This is how “north city” is now. It looks like it has been bombed with a few buildings standing here and there. We also went and had ice cream at Crown Candy, just down from the bath house, which is celebrating its 100th year this year. Marion and other kids who did not have any money would simply stare into the windows of the business until the owner gave them each a piece.
This business is still going strong. You always have to wait to get served. A gold mine.
As you wait in line and scrutinize every kind of candy laid out, the question becomes how one could get those golf ball sized jawbreakers in one small elementary school aged mouth.
Calvary Cemetery in north St Louis was Marion’s final destination. She loved it there, it IS quite beautiful. Her two stillborn babies are there with the rest of her family. She liked to think of them all being together again.
Calvary Cemetery contains the population of a city: all Catholics, and more than 300,000 people, including Dred Scott and William Tecumseh Sherman. And now Marion.