

A Blog detailing the beauty of St. Louis architecture and the buildup of residue-or character-that accumulates over the course of time.
A Blog detailing the beauty of St. Louis architecture and the buildup of residue-or character-that accumulates over the course of time.
It was actually an inn (with to let rooms) at one time. It was a restaurant at the end. That was where I had the best hamburger of my then-short life, when I was about eight, maybe nine (forty-seven now). That hamburger would still rate #1 today, it was just that good. My dad knew the man, Paul Mauer (sp?), who operated the Skelly station down the street, and would come out regularly to visit, talk, have a beer, fish down below the bridge, and he would bring myself and sometimes my younger brother down with him. Ha, funny story: During one of those excursions below the bridge, when it was summer and there were alot of people swimming and fishing down there, I saw a woman making fried chicken in a very small, rundown shack. It was the nastiest smelling fried chicken I had ever had my nose to. And I said so, being so young. She didn't appreciate the critique, for some reason :). Don't know how my dad came to know Mr. Mauer, but as my dad was a salesman, he probably had some contact with him on a sales call at one time. Many good memories from that period. Mr. Mauer lived off of Beaumont-Antire Rd. and had a horse or two on his property. I remember being in that house (setback from the road about 100ft, and pale yellow in color at the time, no trees in front, and a propane tank on the south side, near the garage) many times, and Mrs. Mauer was always a very sweet lady to me. Offered a soda or a snack. I think my brother and I were even allowed to ride the horse a time or two. I also recall my little brother getting a bit of a small burn from the electrified fence surrounding the horse paddock. Back to the inn: It was operated as a museum a few years ago. Is it closed now? Or just closed when you took the pic?
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