In the pre-dawn hours of an autumn morning in 1974, as darkness enveloped the village and her denizens slumbered, a disastrous fire pummeled Front Street. The alarm was sounded, and the Mokena Fire Department was quickly joined by the brigades of surrounding towns to battle the blaze, and after hours of sweating out the fight, the conflagration had been vanquished. As the sun rose, nothing but a burnt out, smoldering hulk remained of the edifice that the flames consumed. Mokenians were shocked, and in the space of a few hours, over a century of our community’s memories went up in smoke. Some of the faces tied to this storied property were fleeting, tying themselves to this place in the blink of an eye, while others left their mark over the course of decades. The old building had many sides, for half a lifetime it was a watering hole where occasionally rough characters mingled, and at other times it was a place of trade, with everything from general goods to hardware being had here. To revel in the collective patchwork of Mokena’s narrative, one would be remiss not to look closely at the northwest corner of Front and Division Streets.
Looking back to the exciting days of Mokena’s youth, a time when horse-drawn carriages owned the streets and colossal iron locomotives puffed coal soot into the air as they roared through the village, it can be seen that the earliest venture at this location may have been a saloon kept by George Treuer. Nevertheless, a dearth of precise sketches of life in our community in those first few jubilant years after the Civil War make it hard to pin down with certainty. What is sure, however, is that Treuer was among the bravest of the brave, having earned the right to call himself a veteran after serving the Union in the war with the 20th Illinois Volunteer Infantry. He faced the traitorous ranks of the enemy at Fort Donelson, Tennessee in the bitter early months of 1862, where he took a ghastly wound in his leg that would pain him for the rest of his days.
In a moment of economic necessity, George Treuer and his young wife Anna sold this corner lot and the one adjoining it on the north to 29-year-old Nicholas Schuberth, with the paperwork for the transaction being filed in the county seat on the last day of July, 1869. The whole action cost Schuberth a pretty penny, to the tune of $2,350 dollars. The high cost of the sale was due to the fact that a substantial building already stood on this corner property, one possibly built by its previous owner. It was a plain, wood frame structure, like countless others resembling it on any given nineteenth century American Main Street. It featured two stories, with commercial space on the street level and living quarters above, big front windows, and a whimsical half circle window in the attic overlooking Front Street, sticking out like a single eyebrow.
Like George Treuer, Nicholas Schuberth was of German birth, and came with his family to the New World as a seven-year-old in 1847, settling in what became Frankfort Township not long thereafter, and by 1862 the Schuberths had become established enough to own a large farm northeast of town on today’s 191st Street. Readers of these pages will be familiar with this old Mokena clan, as Nicholas’ older brother John was intimately attached to the history of a Front Street estate a few doors to the west of the place in question. Nicholas Schuberth inscribed his own name on our narrative at this spot on the corner when he opened his own saloon and inn here around 1870, christening it the Union Hotel and joining multiple others in town in quenching the thirst of his fellow Teutons, who made up most of Mokena’s population at the time. Running a watering hole in postbellum Will County required the adherence to a certain number of complex yet strict laws on the books in those days, one of which Schuberth ran afoul of shortly after New Year 1871, when he was indicted in the county court for “keeping open a tippling house on the Sabbath day.” He plead guilty and was hit with a fine of $50 and costs. Nevertheless, business kept up, and ironically, Nicholas Schuberth became a Frankfort Township constable around this time, becoming so proud of the title that he personalized his business letterheads with it. As will be seen at this location, the young man was himself a victim of the sometimes coarse nature of his livelihood. On Christmas night 1876, while making change for a customer, cruelly sarcastic farmhand Adolph Bimer “politely informed the landlord” that he had been holding onto an express envelope for long enough, and that he would be helping himself to it. The thief made off with 65 dollars, which the pages of history don’t indicate whether Schuberth ever got back.
Nicholas Schuberth was a married man, his wife being young Caroline Wagner. Together the two welcomed four children into the world. Tragically, Caroline Schuberth died of brain inflammation in 1882 at the age of 34. So respected was she in Mokena, that St. Mary’s German Catholic Church was thronged to capacity at her funeral, with many being unable to gain admittance. In this timeframe, shreds of evidence exist that Nicholas Schuberth may have conducted his business elsewhere in town. Nevertheless, a year after Caroline’s passing he was back at the old spot on the corner, when he “neatly papered and re-fitted his place in a manner which adds greatly to its appearance.” In reporting on the local saloonist, Mokena’s correspondent to the Will County Advertiser wrote that “Nick always runs an orderly house, and all that he needs now is a charming Frau. Get there, Nick.” Within a year, barkeep Schuberth fulfilled the prophecy and took Charlotte Metzger of Joliet as his wife, upon which three more children came into the family’s fold.
The Schuberth saloon was a hub of social activity in our village, a typical example of the festivities found there was the grand masquerade given by the local Männerchor, or men’s choir, in February 1884. Life in 19thcentury Mokena was far from easy, and so it was that 52-year-old Nicholas Schuberth departed this mortal coil on July 24th, 1892. The specifics of his passing have been lost to the ages like grains of sand to the wind. His mortal remains were interred next to those of his first wife in the country churchyard of St. Mary’s German Catholic Church, the congregation his family had helped found 28 years before. In the aftermath of his death, Charlotte Schuberth was left to sort out the estate, which included numerous debts to, among others, a Blue Island cigar merchant, and a Chicago wine and liquor dealer. Not quite three years after the loss of her husband, Charlotte disposed of the Front Street property plus the lot adjoining it to the north to Jolietan Henry Piepenbrink in the spring of 1895 for $1,045, less than half of what her husband paid for it two and half decades previously.
Not quite a year after this transaction, the property wound up in the hands of Simon Hohenstein. 31 years old in 1896, Hohenstein was a member of a storied and long-established Frankfort Township family, a prominent Mokenian who held many posts in his day. By the time the sun had set on his life decades later, he had at different times called himself Frankfort Township Supervisor, Assessor, and School Trustee, Mokena Village Trustee and Postmaster. No wonder one of his village peers called him “quite an outstanding citizen in his day.” In April 1896, Simon Hohenstein threw upon the doors of the watering hole on the corner and opened his own saloon. Whether business wasn’t good or a better opportunity arose elsewhere, he turned around and sold the building as well as his supply of spirits to a Chicago Heights firm at Christmastime 1898, but through the twists and turns of fate, he found his way back to the business and the old corner within a year, as the taker of the 1900 federal census recorded him here as a saloon keeper then noting that his wife Louisa served as his bartender.
Pictured in one of the oldest known views of Front Street, Simon Hohenstein’s saloon stands triumphant on the northwest corner of Front and Division Streets in the latter part of the 1890s. Seen left to right are Dan Hohenstein, Louisa Hohenstein, Amanda Hohenstein, saloonkeeper Simon Hohenstein, blacksmith Robert Turner, Dr. William Becker, Herman Gieger, John Aschenbrenner, Jack O’Neill, and brothers Edward and William Stellwagen.
In a wave of improvement in the first years of the 20th century, barkeep Hohenstein had the interior of his taproom freshly painted not long after New Year 1902, while later the same year he built an addition to the north side of the building and tore down an old shed that had stood in the way, re-using the old building materials to build a new coal and wood shack. A local scribe writing to the Lockport Phoenix-Advertisercontently noted that Simon Hohenstein was “one of our citizens who does things”, although coal was slow coming to the new outbuilding due to an ongoing strike. Getting his two cents in, Hohenstein told the correspondent that if the strikers had “any consideration for him, they will now settle and allow him to coal up.” Soon thereafter, the outside of the main building was given three coats of new paint, making it a regal dark green with white trim. In these early years, the Hohenstein corner was home to a special gas-powered street lamp that was installed on trial by the village board. It shone so brilliantly in the dark night that our same author noted that Mokenians thought “a Rock Island engine had jumped the track and run its headlight into the street.” So brilliant was it, that the top of the neighboring iron village water tower was even lit up.
In a move that was illustrative of the times in which he lived, in the yule season of 1901 Simon Hohenstein along with his neighbor a stone’s throw to the southwest, butcher Paul Rinke, had a small, old house moved to Rinke’s property where they converted it into an icehouse. An oft forgotten facet of the lives of our forefathers, icehouses were small outbuildings where gargantuan cakes of ice would be stored in straw throughout the year, often seen in the years before electric refrigeration would be stored. Hohenstein made good use of his, as a Mokena saloonist serving warm beer would be out of business in less time than it takes to hitch a horse.
One of the village’s premier capitalists around the turn of the 20th century, Simon Hohenstein also went into the buggy business, aside from already being a handler of farm implements. He was the Mokena agent for the famed McCormick Harvesting Company, and later also moved Singer sewing machines. Hohenstein hung up his beer spattered apron for the last time on March 1st, 1905, when he sold his saloon business and property to John L. Groth. The historic record indicates that Groth and his young family originally hailed from Manhattan, and like his predecessor, he was a leader in Mokena, having held a village trustee’s seat from 1915 to 1917.
Business carried on as usual at the old stand, and while it may strike a modern reader as quaint to think of a neighborhood tavern in an early 20th century farm town, it was sometimes anything but. Nothing indicates that John Groth himself was a hard man, but his beer hall was more than once the scene of alcohol-fueled mayhem. Around 4 o’clock in the afternoon on the last day of August 1914, a large crowd of boozed-up railroad hands gathered at the corner. World War I had just flared up in Europe, and national pride for the nations involved was at a boiling point. Somehow or other, the war came up in conversation, and in the words of Mokenian Bill Semmler, “the argument got pretty warm, and soon resolved itself into a genuine battle.” Five brawling men took to the middle of Front Street, and beer bottles and rocks were used as weapons, one of the former fracturing the skull of a Hungarian. Our one-man police force, Officer Conrad Schenkel, soon clapped the belligerents into the town calaboose a few doors to the east, and the injured man was taken to the office of Dr. F.W. Searles, who in turn sent him to a Blue Island hospital. The man’s fracture was so grave that the doctor thought there was a good chance he wouldn’t make it, and frankly recommended to Officer Schenkel that the man responsible should be held, that is, if he could be found – of all the arrestees, none of them would admit who dealt the blow.
Another incident a little over two months later at the Groth saloon involved Mokena fixture Dick McGovney and some bacchanalian Swedes. Once again, Bill Semmler painted a vivid picture, describing how the two young Scandinavians, who worked as local farm hands, “came to town to celebrate” and how after bouncing down Front Street from saloon to saloon, they
“had an overabundance of the stuff that cheers, and they wanted more, and when the saloonkeepers turned them down, they showed fight.”
They went on a rampage through town looking for more, and upon getting to Groth’s corner, they confronted Dick McGovney as he tended to his horses, and threw stones at him and the equines. Without getting into detail, scribe Semmler said that “Mr. McGovney gave the belligerents a lively time” and gave them a taste of their own medicine. Again Officer Schenkel was on the scene and locked up the two overnight, a little worse for the wear, all the while begging to be let go, as they had to husk corn the next morning.
The advent of Prohibition in 1920 threw a once lucrative venture out of business. Andrew E. Wachter, a nephew of Nicholas Schuberth, was running the show here in those years, and got creative with his menu, serving such non-alcoholic drinks as Green River and Soda Fruitola, as well as some beverages called Mokena Dream and Mokena Sizzler. Those first few years of the 1920s turned a new leaf in the business life of this historic building, and for the first time in its existence it was not used as a beer hall. After briefly housing the general stores of John Grogan and then Walter Fisher in this era, Krapp Brothers came onto the scene in October 1922, whose influence would prove to be significant. Lifelong village residents, young Milton and Roy Krapp were the sons of Mokena’s premier livestock shipper, and not only opened the Mokena Hardware Company at this location, but also greatly remodeled and expanded the old building. The work got under way the following May, and called for a large addition to the west side of the structure, measuring 45 by 50 feet, as well as a small wing to the new construction to house the village post office, which had already made its home in the original building for nearly two years. New apartments were built for the second floor of the main structure, which were modern in every way, having electricity and village water piped in. Such a project was a big one for 1920s Front Street, and our town paper, The News-Bulletin hailed it as “the most important business improvement in Mokena this spring.” By the time the brothers were done with building work in October 1923, the place was totally unrecognizable from its old self. So it would stay, the façade a Front Street mainstay for decades to come.
Looking west down Front Street from Division Street, the Mokena Hardware Company stands prominently on the right around 1925.
Anything imaginable in the hardware line could be had from the Mokena Hardware Company, including appliances, such as the Universal full enameled gas stove, which a customer could have for $85, or around $1,500 in today’s money. Milton and Roy Krapp ran a very modern business, as is evidenced by the radio department that they opened, making them the first dealers of this article in Mokena. In charge of that corner of the store was local adolescent Everett Cooper, then a fresh-faced young man, who would later go on to be Mokena’s mayor from 1945 to 1949. Mokena Hardware Company was known to often stage demonstrations of its products, and one highlighting the brothers’ paint and washer demonstration on Saturday evening, April 4th, 1927, drew in a staggering 200 onlookers. Part of the event was a guessing game involving a rooster named Hungry Hank, who belonged to the local poultry farm of Marti Brothers. Spectators made their guesses as to how many corn kernels he would eat, and by the time all was said and done, Hank managed to nibble away 205 kernels. Mary Eddy of Alpine guessed that he would manage 210 kernels, and as her guess was the closest, she won a washing machine.
A crisp autumn day on Front Street. This snapshot, taken October 23rd, 1928, shows the Mokena Hardware Company with the post office at left. (Image courtesy of Richard Quinn)
The Mokena Hardware Company was also known seasonally for the lavish Christmas display in its front windows, typical was their showcase of Yule season 1926. An entire farmyard idyll moved in, all sized down to scale. The News-Bulletin described it as
A large farm house, barn, garage, a team of horses pulling a wagonload of corn, the old familiar farm pump, are all shown true to life, all set in a mantle of imitation snow. At night the scene is made very beautiful by a cute lighting effect.
The show windows also proved attractive to burglars, as was shown in the darkness of the early morning of November 2, 1927. Unknown thieves smashed panes of glass in three of the windows around 3:00am and made off with two shotguns that were part of a hunting display. The guns themselves were worth around $40 altogether, or nearly $700 in 21st century funds, but the real damage was in the windows, as replacing them ended up costing exceedingly more. Mokena was titillated, as it was thought that the robbers, whoever they were, were connected with the murder of a lawman in northwest Indiana, as the suspects were seen heading our way. Be that as it may, no one was ever prosecuted for the burglary.
Milton Krapp bought his brother Roy’s share of the Mokena Hardware Company in the summer of 1926, and both brothers went their separate ways in business, before Milton sold the store in its entirety to Emil Tewes of Frankfort in the autumn of 1935. Nevertheless, Milton Krapp retained ownership of the building itself for many years thereafter, and in the shaky days of the Great Depression, Irv Howes kept his Royal Blue grocery store here. With Mokena and the rest of our country in the midst of joyous triumph at the end of the Second World War, the corner property switched hands and came into the fold of Edwin A. Dunham, who opened a new hardware store here. The 37-year-old was initially a newcomer to Mokena, but after he set down his roots in our village, Dunham would prove to be an old standby at this location. Edwin Dunham spent his first years in Iowa, after which grew up as a farm boy in Colorado, before ultimately graduating high school in Evanston and working as a telegrapher. Dunham and his wife Luella along with their three sons, Richard and twins Thomas and Theodore lived in the rooms above the store.
Just as this new enterprise was getting off the ground, it almost all went up in smoke. On the wintry morning of Monday, January 14th, 1946, a blaze broke out in the attic of a small addition to the larger building. In an eerie harbinger of future events, Edwin Dunham was at a distinct disadvantage, as not only was he lacking water, but he also had no phone hooked up in the building with which he could call for help. As the fire ate its way through the attic, Dunham made haste for a neighbor who was able to rouse up the Mokena Fire Department, who quickly were on the scene with their new state of the art engine, with which “a few well directed shots of water from the high-pressure hose” made short work of the conflagration. At the end of the day, more damage was done by smoke and water than the flames themselves.
The Dunham Hardware Store was in business for decades, and lived on in the memories of countless Mokenians. Edwin Dunham himself is widely remembered as a very easy going and likeable man; his shop on the other hand, was not known for the organized way in which it was kept. As such, many was the time when a customer couldn’t find a certain item after traversing the creaky wooden floors of the store, only to be told by the proprietor in his locally famous words “I just sold the last one!” or “It’s coming tomorrow.” Luella Dunham was also a presence on this corner, having maintained a section of the store where she sold gifts.
So it was that history ended on this distinguished Mokena corner on a shadowy Thursday morning in September 1974. A calamitous fire tore through Edwin Dunham’s hardware store, to which the Mokena Fire Department turned out in full force, in what turned out to be one of the worst blazes seen in town for a long time. Such was the magnitude of the disaster that the firefighters of neighboring towns also came to bolster our local brigade. Not only did those battling the blaze have to deal with the stifling flames and suffocating smoke, but also the peril of live ammunition cooking off, which was sold in the store. Despite the ardor with which the fire was fought, the old building was a complete loss, and not long thereafter, the remnants of its charred husk were mercifully removed. In time, a new building was erected on the site of the old saloon turned hardware store. While there may be no trace left of the original structure, the legacies of those tied to this historic site live on in our village.
The aftermath of the conflagration at Edwin Dunham's hardware store in the autumn of 1974.
