We're back in St. Paul, where I found a gem of a place. Not surprisingly, it's near the railroad tracks, but it's also right on 7th St, but over on the east side. I'm not confident that we're going to find a lot in the history category, but it's a pretty cool building with great signs.
Today, it seemed to be low-end housing, although when I stopped there was a fancy SUV parked out front, which in my fantasy meant people planning to renovate. We'll have to see.
Anyway, as you can see, Charles E. Eschbach seemed to have a meat market here. It seems the Charles was born in 1890 and lived only until 1959. His son was also named Charles and is buried in Elmhurst Cemetery in St. Paul. It seems he might have furnished some meat to a family quarantined due to small pox in 1900, but that's about all I have.
So let's look for the flour. It seems the Dwight Flour was from Moorhead (speaking of traitorous foreign lands), so that probably explains why the place isn't still operating. Although this ad suggest maybe they were in Minneapolis too. So confusing. But one thing is clear. It was made from only Red River wheat.
Someone already got better pictures than mine (better light and more capable photographer, probably) and posted them to Flickr. It sees that some of the neighbors are gone.
Charles Eschbach was my husband's great grandfather. This was also a speak easy during prohibition. There was a quilt on a string that divided rooms, the quilt had pockets in it to hide booze. One of the Eschbach's was in jail for the 1930 census, presumably for
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