When I was growing up in Elmwood in the 1940s and 50s, the first week of September was a special time. I argued with my parents that the school board should call off classes so kids could spend as much time as possible on the kiddie cars or merry-go-round. Besides, who wanted to diagram more sentences or fill in more workbooks?
Small town Illinois
David H. Morton: When the Seats Were Empty
It took Dad less than five minutes to reach the physician’s waiting room which, as I recall, was so busy every seat was taken with people waiting to see the doctor even on a Sunday afternoon.
Mickey McGuire: A Small Town Cobbler
Mickey was a hard worker, but he never worked hard. He paced himself carefully, to the extent possible, so that work was never really work.
Talking to a Giant in his Living Room in Elmwood
Unfortunately, those dreams were crushed when Dean suffered a serious leg injury, an accident which didn’t end his career, but left him out of the Bradley University Hall of Fame.
Stories From Small Town Illinois 