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Sad to see historic

properties destroyed

It was with dismay, consternation and sadness that I witnessed the demolition of the historic home at 909 Robidoux.

The property was recently securely boarded to prevent vandalism, in the hope that a responsible owner could be found. But time was not on the side of this home. Cathedral of St. Joseph purchased the home for less than $10,000, and then refused an offer from a private buyer for twice that amount because they preferred demolition to restoration of the home.

Although this building was clearly distressed and needed attention, it could have and should have been restored, as evidenced by the fact that a willing buyer had stepped up to restore it to be an owner-occupied home.

It is a disgrace that the Cathedral is willfully demolishing the historic fabric of Cathedral Hill, the very neighborhood that bears its name, and a neighborhood listed on the National Register of Historic Places.

When we tear down our history we lose the stories, we lose our connection to the past; we gain only another void in the streetscape that makes St. Joseph an ever less-desirable place to live.

Isobel McGowan

St. Joseph

Maybe there is some

value to video games

My brother and I, along with a couple of cousins from St. Joseph, were typical boys. We loved adventure, and a wooded farm was an ideal for that pursuit. The late 1950s and early 1960s were an ideal time for growing up — and for getting into mischief.

Common sense and good judgment were still foreign concepts. We were young and invincible. Being told not to do something was generally considered an invitation.

One of our more questionable escapades involved the creek meandering through the farm. After heavy rains it became a torrent of muddy flood water. We would sneak down with inner tubes and “jump in,” resulting in a wild and exhilarating ride downstream, dodging the occasional log or other debris. We’d find a place to climb out, then rush back upstream to do it again.

Our parents were unaware. We didn’t mislead them, we just felt they were on a “need to know basis.”Undoubtedly they didn’t think we were dumb enough to pull such a stunt. They vastly overestimated our intelligence.

By the grace of God we survived. Today we would never allow our grandchildren to engage in such a dangerous activity. They are probably brighter than that anyway. And, maybe there is some value to video games after all.

Mike Hanrahan

Cameron, Missouri

15 minutes in timeout is a long time

While building cars with LEGOs with my grandson, I dropped a piece and said a bad word. My grandson looked at me and looked at grandma. Grandma spoke up and said, “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself! Now go sit in that chair in the corner for 15 minutes!”

I looked at her and said, “I’m 75 and a grandpa, and I don’t do timeouts!”

She looked at me and said, “I don’t care how old you are or what your status is! You better get in the chair right now or I’m going to whoop you and give you the what-for!”

I looked at my grandson and said, “Son, have you ever seen a pretty Polish lady losing her cool and getting all riled?” He told me he hadn’t. “Well, you’re not going to see one now either!” I said as I hurried off to my chair.

Boy, that 15 minutes is a long time!

Jim Pawlowski

St. Joseph