Leaving the Saloon

As I think I’ve mentioned before my dad was born at 14th and Clark in St. Louis, where he and his parents lived above the saloon that my great-grandfather owned and my grandparents operated. Sometimes called “the restaurant”.

In sorting through odds and ends I learned some new facts of which I had been unaware based on addresses in letters, bills, and legal documents. My dad and his mom continue to live above the saloon until at least 1933, five years after my great-grandfather died (six years after my grandfather died). Presumably, my grandmother continued to operate the saloon during that period.

By 1935 they had moved to the two-flat on Clayton Ave. where my grandmother continued to live until her death in 1953. I did notice the coincidence between his attending Washington University (1933-1937 undergraduate, 1937-1938 law school) and the move. Clayton Ave. is more convenient to Wash U. than 14th and Clark.

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  • william Link

    Interesting history. It is good to look back. Thank you for sharing.

  • Andy Link

    I’ve been very busy lately.

    One thing I’ve been working on is organizing all the things I’ve collected from deceased relatives. Additionally, my sister just died from a rare form of dementia, so that is another legacy to manage.

    It’s difficult because I do value the history of my family, but it’s so overwhelming, especially since I’m at the age when lots of relatives are passing.

    Anyway, my wife and I finally got through most of my father’s stuff and it turns out he has a lot of rare narrative and items from the WWII era that a major national museum is interested in, so we’re organizing for that.

    My sister, recently deceased, is more organized but organizing her things for the estate and memorial is time consuming and challenging.

    Still left in boxes are the legacies of my grandparents and mother. So much to go through still.

    Between work and other affairs, it’s a challenge. One reason I’m trying to prioritize this is that I realize how vulnerable all this material is. We live on the edge of a fire zone and there is too much to evacuate. I want the peace-of-mind knowing it’s preserved.

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