Hardware Stores, Funeral Parlors, and Barber Shops

The two hardware stores were operated by Lennarson and Johnson, and Martindale and Tedford. The former was also the primary funeral business in Gowrie. Neither Lennarson or Johnson was a licensed mortician (hearsay had it that Lennarson could not pass the state licensing test) and I guess Johnson wasn’t interested in trying. So they had to hire a licensed mortician — early in my youth this was a man Ed King, who for some reason decided to switch positions with another mortician in a neighboring town.

The replacement mortician was Ted Palmer who eventually took over both the hardware store and the funeral business. He later phased out the hardware store but kept operating the funeral end of it. He acquired the old Nils Lindquist house and after expanding it used it both as a residence and a funeral home. His son, Max inherited the business and I think still runs it. One of the few times, perhaps the only time, I was actually in the ex-residence of Nils Lindquist was at the time of my mother’s funeral.

Lennarson also sold some furniture and at Christmas time had a fairly extensive toy and gift assortment. Every year they would trot out a Lionel train layout and have it in their front window. There I could see it run and enviously eye it. The closest I ever got to having an electric train was looking at the brochures that the Lionel and American Flyer companies would send out gratis to an advertisement in the American Boy magazine. This magazine was one of the two principal boy’s magazines of my youth — the other being Boys’ Life. It was I think a merger or a continuation of the Youth’s Companion of my mother’s early days on the Peterson farm. I suppose the subscription I had was a victim of the Depression as I don’t recall having it after the move to the farm. There was a substitute for me in the subscription that the Woodard boys had for Boys’ Life, but more about that later.

The firm of Martindale and Tedford was a less impressive business. Tedford I think more or less ran the store and Martindale was the man who took care of the plumbing end of the business, doing the field work and was seldom in the store. One of my most vivid memories of Tedford was with respect to the principal barber shop in Gowrie. One Saturday evening (this was before the move to the farm) I accompanied my father when he drove to town to work on the Johnson bookkeeping, for the purpose of getting a haircut. The barber shop, like all of the businesses on a Saturday evening was a busy place. Tedford had chosen this time for a leisurely shave and haircut. The assembled potential customers moved slowly in order through the three operating barber chairs and I recall how impatient I was at the slow progress of things. Tedford of course occupied a disproportionately long time which is probably why I remember him particularly. Perhaps this experience is the cause of my ingrained aversion to waiting in a barber shop for a haircut.

The Gowrie barber had four chairs but one was seldom if ever used. The chair nearest the door to the shop was serviced by Bert Gardner who was probably the slowest barber I have ever encountered. Next came the empty chair and then the two chairs where Walt and Ross Plotner were the barbers.

The barber also had a bathtub facility in a back room and I recall seeing old Ed Plotner come in on a Saturday evening for his weekend bath. One of his brothers would take time off from his haircutting to draw the bath for Ed, provide him with some bath towels and then Ed would plod into the bathroom and disappear from view. Ed was a bachelor — I don’t know where he lived but presumably he did not have access to a bathtub. Ed was the maintenance at the Gowrie cemetery and I suppose that he dug all the graves. A short stooped man of uncertain age, I don’t recall ever hearing him speak a word. Even when he came in for his Saturday evening bath any communication with his brothers seemed to be by empathy, not a word was spoken.

I wonder in retrospect if the bathroom facility at the barber shop was a carryover from Gowrie’s early days when more homes did not have bathrooms and it was more widely used by the citizenry. Although the Plotner shop was the principal barber shop in Gowrie (haircuts for adults were 40 cents — I believe the price went down to 25 cents during the Depression) there was for a time a shop in one of the two old buildings that were at onetime hotels. That building was located half a block from the M and St. L tracks — kitty corner from the town water tower to the southwest. Along the front of the building was a long open porch and the barber shop was in the northeast corner on the ground floor, just off the porch. Here however haircuts were 15 cents and I had a haircut there once or twice.

The other old hotel in Gowrie was just across the street from the Leader store and was known as the Munday hotel. It was less impressive structurally than the other hotel but appeared to have more use — not any more from transients but rather from longer term residents.

Here I must make a correction — there was a third barber shop, Asperson’s. Where the Plotners tended to be Methodists (Bert Gardner was a Congregationalist but the church had ceased functioning by the time I was old enough to be aware of it) Asperson was nominally a Lutheran. My uncle Carl, thinking to encourage anyone who was a Lutheran, tried out the Asperson shop but put it on his blacklist when Asperson told an off-color story to him during the course of a haircut.

The two hotels were certainly forlorn relics of the days of passenger trains through Gowrie and the need for some sort of accommodations for passengers staying overnight or changing railroads.

Although I, and I suppose my brothers, had intermittent contact with the local barber shops I, and we, also had haircuts at the hands of my mother. Doubtless this was one of the economies to better utilize the financial resources of the family. My mother was not particularly adept with the hand clippers she used, and on occasion was not pleased with the outcome of her efforts. I did not like the occasional tugs at my hair when the clippers were used less than expertly by my mother. I suppose that Clarice and Vivian had haircuts using only scissors.

Another vivid memory I have relative to my hair was the periodic fine-tooth combing to remove dandruff. This painful abrasion preceded having one’s hair washed — which occurred less frequently than the weekly Saturday evening bath.