Springfield, Illinois. From spring training then we headed back to our home base which was Springfield, Illinois. We traveled by train, at that time. We roomed in private homes, we’d rent a room by the week. We had a chaperone, she was kind of your mother, your first date person, whatever else we needed, it

after the ice wagon and beg for pieces of ice and they were always very kind they’d always give us a piece of ice to suck on and I still think that kind of ice tasted a lot better than ice we have in our refrigerators today. Another vehicle that would go up and down Duke Street was a hearse and I can

have seen that, yes. L a n c a s t e r H i s t o r y �S: We drove through that. N: You knew every part of the county, and everybody in it from walking and delivering telegrams to them? S: [Why in there, in the story I told you] I was the best known man in Lancaster County. I had, over the years I was

aviation development came through the efforts of Harry and Martin Sensenig. These brothers started in business by making propellers for snow and ice sleds. Later they had their propellers certified for use on light airplanes. At present the business has grown to be one of the largest manufacturers of

ahead of you in the sidewalk with not too many people out. I used to walk past one stretch of sidewalk, about that time of year where a local gardener had a luscious crop of small red berries that grew on a bush that protruded through the fence and I always stopped to eat a few of those. I also became

my mother was president of the newly organized Parent/Teachers Association and this gesture was to honor her. A telegram from Gap and a then a phone call from Bird - N - Hand announced the imminent arrival of the bell in Lancaster. The Trinity Church bell started tolling and other bells across the

. And one of these drives of cattle, one of the steers tried to jump over our fence and became impaled on one of the spears. It finally struggled off, but it was really mortally wounded and dropped dead about two blocks from our home. It was the kind of a gruesome sight that remains on a child’s memory

mothers and fathers were available and at home… F: …That’s right. L a n c a s t e r H i s t o r y �S: …and the children would play right around home, instead of going to the community park. F: And I can remember, too, on a Sunday afternoon, after our Sunday dinner was over (we’d have it maybe like at 12

all those candles? N: See, the Lititz Springs had foaming water- Lititz Springs, by the way, was owned, and is still owned, by the Moravian Church. And they provided the candles to put in the ([__?__] I can’t think of the term.) L a n c a s t e r H i s t o r y �Voice in Background: Candle holders? N

house. Well, it was an ideal place, James Street, for the gang of children that seemed to gather there. Down at the corner of James and Pine there was a telegraph pole, where summer evenings, we gathered to play “Run a Mile” chiefly. It was our favorite game, and you counted by fives up to one hundred