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around I’ll never know, unless she sent me someplace. We had a
nice evening. That’s when I was eighteen.
Jack: What was it like riding on the trolley cars in St. Louis?

Mary Pearl: Oh! I never thought nothing of it, [but those
trolley cars] they were open all the way through from one side to
the other. They used to call them “Thumb-er” cars. You could get
in or out just anyplace you were sitting. When you wanted to get
off, you’d get off. They had those even a long time after they put
the new ones on. They were very nice. But they have the university
cars now. They have the same kind in Canada as we have. They
were all so much improved. Well, Jack, I’m [giggles] tired.

Jack: Okay. Thanks, Nan.

Virginia Day Fritscher, Bart Day, Bob Fritscher, Mary Pearl Day, Jack
Firtscher, Reverend John B. Day. Peoria, 1951. Bartholomew Day’s
obituary in The Jacksonville Journal, February 14, 1954, identified him
as “postman,” with burial in the family plot in Oak Ridge Cemetery,
Springfield, IL, very near President Lincoln’s Tomb. His wife and priest
son are buried next to him