- Woman sleeping in car accused of attacking Cape officer (7/26/16)13
- Seeking new history: Centurion Development buys former Woolworth building at 1 N. Main St. (7/28/16)5
- Prosecutor says shooting by state trooper was justified (7/24/16)15
- Cape resident gets seven years in prison for shooting at man (7/26/16)1
- Former Scott City mayor refutes claims made about loss of curbside recycling pickup (7/26/16)
- Burglary of trailer leaves its residents homeless (7/27/16)4
- Golden Corral coming to Cape; may hire 100 workers (7/21/16)11
- Police: Child's video revealed stepfather's abuse of sibling (7/28/16)3
- Foot plots provide habitats and nutrition to attract wildlife, grow populations (7/18/16)
- City may spend extra park tax money on Cape Splash, skate park, other projects (7/25/16)10
Fond memories of Haarig shopping
To the editor:
I enjoyed reading "A big hurrah for Haarig!" in The Best Years magazine. It brought back fond memories.
We traded at Hirsch's store, leaving our order there to be delivered the next day by a young man named Fred Steimle. A few years later, he opened his own store next to the bank on Good Hope Street.
I enjoyed John Scortino's ice cream parlor where you could get a dish of ice cream for about 5 or 10 cents. He had a fruit market in the same building, including bananas that hung from the ceiling on a stalk. They sold for about 25 cents a dozen.
We didn't have a car until I was 5 years old. It was only used to go to church and out in the country to visit my father's brothers. Once in a while we got on the street car and went downtown to Woolworth's. I think it cost 5 cents to ride the street car.
My mother and I walked by St. Francis Hospital on our way to the store. I was deathly afraid of the sisters. When I saw them coming, I got close to the edge of the sidewalk. One day one of the sisters stopped and patted me on the head and said, "Little girl, I'm not going to hurt you." After that I wasn't afraid of them.
The stores are all gone now, but I still remember how I loved to go to Haarig with my mother.
MILDRED CARMACK, Cape Girardeau