Albert lived at 7 Pickle Street, which was a narrow house on the corner.
04.20.2021
I have a friend who grew up in St. Louis and who introduced me once to a documentary specifically about St. Louis brick, called “Brick By Chance and Fortune”. It was fascinating to hear about the history of this building material in the city, about the unique patterns used by different builders, and of the more recent concerns about brick thievery in struggling parts of the city.
We are friends with a couple who also live in a brick home in a historic neighborhood in St. Louis. They have lived in the area for most of their adult lives, raising their family, and now have grandkids there in the same neighborhood. When we get the chance to visit, we have wonderful conversations in their home over tea and coffee, and we always leave feeling encouraged and inspired. One of my most anticipated parts of our visits , is when the husband of the pair shares a new project he’s working on and then leads me out to his workshops to see them in person. He restores classic British motorcycles, hand-carves stocks for custom rifles, casts his own pieces to fix up two-hundred year-old French stoves, and on and on. Every project and item in the workshop has a story behind it and I love getting to hear every one of them. Albert’s house is just slightly like their house, though I can’t imagine it being nearly as interesting.
