tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post327564602726375138..comments2024-03-23T15:06:27.495-05:00Comments on The Lucas Countyan: Charitone memories & barbersFrank D. Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09553291415988366101noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post-71722691416550920312020-12-07T08:05:28.125-06:002020-12-07T08:05:28.125-06:00My Mom (Betty Danner) worked as a waitress at the ...My Mom (Betty Danner) worked as a waitress at the Charitone circa 1945. My Dad first spied her there after returning from WWII. She loved to tell two stories that happened in the restaurant. The first one centered around a chef named Tom. He was cooking steaks for the Rotary when a cat did their business on the floor. Tom took his spatula scooped up it up and flung it outside. He quickly ran hot water over the spatula and went back to flipping steaks. The second story was about a customer--a returning soldier--Meacham Moore-- who pulled out a small cloth bag and showed (on the qt) her some diamonds that he had brought back. I had the pleasure of taking her back to the restored Charitone for lunch--she was approaching ninety at the time. She passed this Oct (2020) so these tales that she told me again that last day in the Caritone will be with me always.lylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18041431691672476904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post-88589067078340986932019-05-24T05:49:58.831-05:002019-05-24T05:49:58.831-05:00The barber shop on the South side that burned on M...The barber shop on the South side that burned on March 31, 1965 was in the buildings West of Tommy Holder’s. I’d had my first non-Dad haircut there, and got a whole pack of Juicy Fruit gum at the end instead of one stick! That was also the first time that I was allowed to cross the Square all by myself, as Dad had left me there to go talk to Grandpa Piper. I was furious when I woke up that morning, fires at that time only known to me up to that time for the thrill, joy, and satisfaction amongst the firemen after a job well done in killing the beast. I was still innocent to the loss of a business and livelihood. To me, getting to be there would have been the perfect birthday present, and they had even used the pampered 1949 American LaFrance, my favorite truck, so Mom had to point out to me that Dad couldn’t have kept an eye out for me with all of that going on. Almost exactly 50 years later I had some business with Hy-Vee, and spoke to a woman who seemed to know a lot about Chariton. Turns out her Dad had been a barber in the basement of the Charitone (which I didn’t learn until my late teens that my Grandpa, Renus Johnson built as part of his first major job with his father, P.E.), then moved to the building that later burned on my birthday. Her Dad had given me my first barbershop haircut!Eric M. Johnsonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post-70152728366125746322018-09-04T00:07:28.498-05:002018-09-04T00:07:28.498-05:00Dwight Clothier was indeed down the basement of th...Dwight Clothier was indeed down the basement of the Charitone Hotel. <br />He was my Grandpa! My Mom, is Kay Clothier, his daughter! <br /><br />Thank you for this neat article!<br /><br />Jenny (Hoch) FranciscoAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10126493198641370704noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post-56723457396178888952017-10-12T13:10:25.390-05:002017-10-12T13:10:25.390-05:00When I was in first or second grade, my mom (Conni...When I was in first or second grade, my mom (Connie Kinshaw) went to beauty school and her first job was at the shop in the basement of the Charitone. Norma Ashby owned/managed the shop. That would have been 1965/1966. Mom eventually opened a shop in our house. Judy Kinshaw-Ellisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post-4547442257786612942014-03-27T15:05:09.858-05:002014-03-27T15:05:09.858-05:00I was using this article for a school essay and it...I was using this article for a school essay and it helped a lot! Thanks!Jadenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post-57122461311221147282012-03-04T08:08:40.909-06:002012-03-04T08:08:40.909-06:00I wish I could remember for sure where the south-s...I wish I could remember for sure where the south-side barber shop was. I think it was in the Kubitshek Block (where the U.S. Bank driveup is now) and that, I think, burned not long before 1969 --- the last (hopefully) major fire on the square.Frank D. Myershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09553291415988366101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12631722.post-49836465902591613602012-03-04T07:53:17.021-06:002012-03-04T07:53:17.021-06:00Frances MacDonald, I remember in later years he ha...Frances MacDonald, I remember in later years he had his own babershop out North of Chariton in a small garage beside his house. When we moved to Chariton in 1969 my Dad and I would go there for our haircuts. I would have been 10 years old and I remember my Dad always telling him to "cut it close" as he got out the electric shears. I also remember having a few family reunions in the lobby of the Charitone back in the 70's when they would rent that area out for activities.Nick Cattellnoreply@blogger.com