Reinhardt Family History

Memories of Eggs and Chickens

Stories from Neil Reinhardt

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Memories
of Eggs & Chickens

Marblehead

If one were to go from Fond du Lac to Eden, the most direct route is State Highway 45. I like to turn instead on County Trunk V just east of Calvary Cemetery and travel south. I am very familiar with this road, as Reinhardt Road intersects it about 1 mile south of the city. We lived on a farm just east of V on Reinhardt Road.

After crossing the railroad tracks on V you would first pass the Luxerin farm, then a little creek that runs near a vacant area where the brick schoolhouse once stood where I got my first 8 years of schooling. Three miles further on, you come to the village of Marblehead.

Marblehead now is a cluster of houses, a large stone quarry, a lime kiln and a tavern. At one time it was a busy place with 3 taverns, 2 stores, and a school. Most of the people that lived there worked in the stone quarry.

The early people were immigrant Italian stone cutters, who worked in the quarry cutting building stone, running the lime kiln to make lime to be used for mortar, used in laying brick and stone. I am sure that many houses in Fond du Lac have basement walls of stone that came from Marblehead. The quarry, the housing and the store were all owned by one company. Many men worked there, living in company houses and buying from the company store. It brings to mind the song 'Sixteen Tons.' "Sixteen tons, and what do you get. Another day older and deeper in debt. Oh Lord don't you call me for I can't go. I owe my soul to the company store". Today not many are employed there, as the work is all done by big machines.

Two miles further on V there is a junction with County B in Eden. On the northwest corner of this junction is a building which was moved there from Marblehead, where it was a tavern-store owned by Massimo Sartori. Since it was moved there some 30 years ago, it has been a tavern and dance hall. After it had stood vacant for many years, our son-in-law and daughter bought this building. They converted the tavern into living quarters and the hall into a Farm Toy store. In the process of remodeling, the tavern was gutted from top to bottom. In the attic were a few odds and ends. Under some old boards was a little box, just larger than a cigar box. It was 8 by 11 inches long, and 4 inches deep. It had a handle in the top, a hinge on one side and a latch to hold it shut on the other.

After cleaning the dust from it, we found it was a very shiny black. In the box was a ledger. It had been saved from becoming a mouse nest by the fact that it was in a tin box. Poring through the ledger we found accounts written by Massimo Sartori when the building was a store and tavern. There were charges listed against names for 1 cent, 2 cents, 4 cents, 5 cents. Beer 5 cents; whiskey 10 cents; shirt 35 cents; a pair of pants, 90 cents. The only date found was 1896, 14 years before I was born.

One hears of finding treasures in old attics; this treasure turned up a part of local history.