TROUBLE COMES IN THREES

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.

glenn and mom in stroller

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.

7bath-house

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.

crown candy with people

This business is still going strong.  You always have to wait to get served.  A gold mine.

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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.

beautiful fall colors in calvary cemetery

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.

map of calvary cemetary

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.

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5 thoughts on “TROUBLE COMES IN THREES

  1. Thank you for the additional information about Marion’s childhood and neighborhood. Every little piece of known history enhances our enjoyment and appreciation for other’s lives as well as our own.

  2. Thanks for sharing. my parents are at memorial Gardens on West Florissant and Highway 70. There are so many huge cemetaries in that area. Rest in Peace.

  3. Lee, I enjoy reading your blogs. I buried my parents in Calvary, too. They have a plot beside them for my younger brother who is retarded. No great cemeteries will exist as a result of our generation. Many will be cremated, I’m guessing.

    I used to write an “un-blog” early in my retirement. I called it the “Busy Week”. I used to think it strange that so many retire folks would characterize the week as being “busy.” For example, after working 60-80 weeks as principals, Margaret and I would collapse in our weekend place by the lake and hear the old folks who were lake year-rounders complain, “We had such a busy week! I had to go to the doctor on Tuesday, and I had to take my wife to the dentist on Thursday!” How quickly we forget what a REAL busy week is.

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