Vada Hardesty Busy At Broughton Home

 

 

Vada Hardesty Busy At Broughton Home

1972 - Broughton, Ill.

Having sold my home in Indianapolis, I have moved to Broughton where both my husband, Frank Hardesty and I were born and reared and attended school at Cantrell.

Mr. Hardesty passed away in 1971. After finishing school I taught music for a number of years and Mr. Hardesty worked as conductor on the New York Central Railroad for many years.

We enjoyed reminiscing over the times when we were young and on Sunday afternoon coming to Broughton to watch the train come in. At that time there were four passenger trains through here daily. It was perhaps by that happy experience that Mr. Hardesty got the inspiration to work for the Railroad company.

The past few months I have been busily engaged in restoring the old Victorian home which Mr. Charley Allen built for his family. He had a large store across the street from his home and he was a very enterprising merchant.

His store was quite a shopping center for the community all around this area. Then, at the turn of the century, a Mr. Hamilton also had a nice big store and also did a good business. Then, later came the paved roads and automobiles. People started exploiting larger towns for their shopping needs and it really hurt Broughton. But they don't quit!

We have a new post office and my home is next door west of it. I get there every day, some days perhaps two or three times. A good place to hear the latest news and get acquainted. The little stretch of sidewalk still remaining over the years is good, but cracked up a bit and I feel safe and just as good as if I were on Broadway, New York.

In the future I can visualize a comeback for our little town. I hear we are to get a housing project here with 42 units and coal development is another potential which could come withhin the next few years.

We have a large grain elevator here which takes care of production from the good farmlands surrounding this town. There is also a large fertilizer plant which does a thriving business taking care of the farmers needs.

Must mention about our grocery store. Mr. Richardson is the owner and is very accomodating. Selling groceries isn't all. He takes his customers home along with the groceries. Now, if that isn't hospitality!

My memories ran high when I came here to buy a home. It was here in my present home where I have the happy privilege of teaching a large class in music through the summer months. Mr. and Mrs. Allen made me welcome to use their music room and lovely piano.

My faithful horse Kate and buggy would convey me to town where I would teach all day. Pupils came and went almost automatically all day. At intervals I would look out on Kate as she stood hitched under a large shade tree. She was kept busy switching her tail to keep off the flies, and the motion she used in doing so seemed to be the rhythm of the music inside.

When the music term ended and I would offer to pay the Allens for letting me use thier home and they wouldn't accept any renumeration ever-that was more Broughton hospitality.

They would tell me I paid them with strawberries and a few times a "tow sack" full of apples from our farm. Their lovely daughter Dena (Allen) Veach visited me recently and verified the age of my home. She said it was built just before the turn of the century.

The youth of Broughton are good kids and interested in school. I find they enjoy work too. They have helped me with many errands and I also find them at church. About a dozen of them are coming to put up my Christmas tree so I'll have a party or two and soon call it another year, 1972.

Friends, have a good Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Vada Hardesty

(Submitted by Silvetta Parsons)