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Old lumber yards, animal pelts, etc. -- remembering our Richland Twp. childhoods ... 10-14-09

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  • Bob Friend
    Excerpts from e-mailed comments to and from my oldest friend, Joe Eldridge, whom I got to know in the first grade at West Richland School, wayyy back in the
    Message 1 of 1 , Oct 14, 2009
      Excerpts from e-mailed comments to and from my "oldest" friend, Joe Eldridge, whom I got to know in the first grade at West Richland School, wayyy back in the fall of 1953.  Thought you might get a kick out of some of these meanderings.  And if anyone can add to the Squyres-Squires discussion, let me know!
                        --Little Bobby Friend of Fike's Corners and Kirk's Hill
      ----- Original Message -----
      From: Bob Friend
      To: jeldridge
      Sent: Wednesday, October 14, 2009 10:55 AM
      Subject: Lumber yards - a vanishing breed ... 10-14-09

      ...Now, getting back the "good ol' days" in NE Indiana, your comments set me to thinking about a place along either "Old Six" or "New Six" where there was a sawmill; I recall buying small pieces of different kinds of wood there for my 4-H Forestry II project (the last one I did before dropping out of 4-H shortly after moving away from Kirk's Hill and into Grandma Ida's place for a short time, thereby becoming a Waterloo "townie").  As I recall, you, as a young trapper, sold your pelts there.  The owner's name was Squyres -- I am pretty sure of this unusual spelling, as opposed to, e.g., Squires.  The Squyreses I found on a websearch were all in different parts of Indiana -- none NE; maybe they are all dead.  As for the Squires surname, it is  MUCH  more common, and indeed there are some in NE Indiana.  So maybe the place was owned by a Squires, after all.  I'd guess you'd remember better than I exactly where this lumber-selling/fur-buying business was located, and maybe even how the name was spelled.  Thoughts?  I will be copying Stan Hoke, who attended the recent Richland Reunion, on this -- he has a great memory for such stuff.
      By the way, I remember well the first time I saw Jerry Kirkpatrick, our landlord's son, gut and skin an opossum -- he nailed it (dead, thankfully!) to a tree along the fence-line that ran right next to his dad's garage (where that wonderful, dusty old Indian motorcycle sat neglected for so long).  I can still see the innards coming out, but the skinning was the weirdest part, as viewed by a neophyte like me -- some things you just can't forget!  I am sure Jerry took that pelt to the place referred to above.  Oh, one more thing: My brother Jim swears he once saw -- possibly on this same occasion -- Jerry take a piece of 'possum fat and eat it  RAW !!!  EEEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUU !!!!!
      OK, that's enough for now.  Did not mean to ramble so much, but you know me when I get on a roll!  Always good to hear from you, Joe.
                       --BOB  FRIEND
      ----- Original Message -----
      To: Bob Friend
      Cc: Jim Friend
      Sent: Tuesday, October 13, 2009 9:14 PM
      Subject: Lumber yards - a vanishing breed
      ...Every little town used to have its own lumberyard.  I remember going to lumberyards with Dad in Garrett, Waterloo & especially Corunna.  I loved the smell of freshly sawed lumber.  I think a guy named Willy Matteson ran the Corunna Lumberyard, but Dad does not recall that name (much to my surprise).
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