101 Stories

with which I follow the road of the Family for a Century

100. Milwaukee

My first recollection of that word MILWAUKEE was that it was spelled out in large letters on the canvas across the back of the binder which Uncle Ellis Garton used to cut our oats one year.

But here I was, with my precious young family, riding into the city in a Model T Touring Ford Chariot, in the spring of 1923. What a parsonage! A junk dealer built it and gave it to his daughter for a wedding present. Later the church bought it. It was a very well built house. Near the 18th Street School where Andrew started to kindergarten and where the girls did their grade school work. The last year and a half we lived in the flat building at 188 22nd St. While there Eleanor was born at the Milwaukee Hospital, Cedar St. and 22nd. These were the most busy years of my life in many ways. Not only Tabernacle Church with its seven-day-a-week program, but the work of the Religious Education Commission of the Council of Churches took me scurrying over the city and making contacts with all kinds of people in all kinds of places.

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