There will be doors.
Went to get my taxes done. This year and next year, because of my mother’s passing and because of delays in getting her holdings transferred to my name, I have tax on tax on tax. Not so much to pay, but so much to organize.
We actually have two tax preparers. One is for our simple personal taxes, and one is for Mom and her estate.
That one, the complicated one, is Rodefer Moss, in the Beanblossom Building. They’re lovely people; Mom had her taxes done with them for years, which is one of the reasons I’m having them do her and her estate’s taxes. They’re also into complicated stuff, so I feel comfortable with them.
As comfortable as one can be with taxes.
Gorgeous building. Click on any photo in the gallery below to view the pictures.
For you history heads, the plaque on the side of the building says:
The Dream Theatre is shown on the left and the John Tipton cabin is on the right. The cabin was later razed to make room for the Miles Building.
This two-story brick building was built by Emmett Beanblossom in 1911. Originally designed with two storefronts and an upstairs apartment, The Dream Theatre was located in the west downstairs room until 1930when it moved to 205 Nort Capital Avenue. Popular films at the time were Westerns with Tom Mix and comedies with Charlie Chaplin. The Quaker Maid Grocery opened in the east section in 1924, folowed by the A & P Grocery. The A & P moved in September of 1931 to the northwest corner of Capital and Chestnut Streets.
After 1930, Emmett Beanblossom and his sons, Noble and Ira, operated a funeral parlor here. The building was sold to Sam Foley in August of 1943, and the Beanblossoms moved their business to Oak Street. Mr. Foley operated a three-chair barbershop on the first floor while his wife maintained a beauty parlor on the second floor. In later years, the Lincoln Hills Restaurant and the Indiana License Bureau were located on the first floor.
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A WRITING PROMPT FROM ME TO YOU: Who does your main character’s taxes?