Nice e-mails have come in following two recent columns about downtown Danville, 50 years ago.
Ever eager to beat a dead horse, I resume my mental stroll …
— Howard’s Café, 24 W. Main St. This little restaurant, east of the Brown Derby, was my favorite. Dad would take me there mainly because I loved the antique rifles, pistols, swords, daggers and brass knuckles that covered the walls. The airborne hamburger grease kept the collection rust-free.
— The Grier-Lincoln Hotel, northwest corner of Walnut and Main streets. One dining room transported you back to Merry Olde England. It had oaken beams, triangle-shaped leaded windows and other Tudor touches. Some Commercial-News reporters lived at the Grier-Lincoln, paying discount rates. Who else offered them their own bar, restaurant, maid and room service?
— The Baum Building, 41 N. Vermilion St. This elegant little limestone skyscraper was built in 1907-08. I remember its little cage elevator, run by a little elevator operator. Like the Temple Building, the Adams Building and the First National Bank Building, the Baum Building was full of optometrists, dentists, lawyers, insurance agents, engineers, barbers and beauticians. My great-uncle, Ferdinand “Ferd” Clifford, was long remembered as the lad with a right arm strong enough to throw an orange over the top of the seven-story structure.
— Wabash Passenger Station, east Main Street. The once-beautiful Wabash Station was already rather rundown when I was a kid, but you could still catch trains there. The C & EI had its own passenger station, south of the Fairchild Street Subway.
—Arp’s Barber Shop, also on Main, just east of the station. Bob Arp ran this shop for years. It was a place of cigar smoke, Vitalis, straight razors and buzzing clippers. The mirrors had reflected on more skulls than had the American College of Brain Surgeons.