I stumbled on to this when I was surfing the Net tonight. The link below takes you to a site that has three old photos of Lincoln: one of the intersection of Lincoln Ave. and 4th Street (basically the center of town), the Windsor Hotel and the Reese mill, all from the early 1900s, I would guess. http://www.twsu.edu/library/specialcollections/kp-Lincoln.html The Windsor Hotel photo leads me to some reminiscences (if you'll permit me). At some point, perhaps prior to 1920 (If anyone has the exact date, please let me know), the hotel owners built a a large house across the street to provide more rooms. This building was called the Windsor Hotel Annex. The hotel burned down in the '30s, I believe. In 1960, my grandparents, Nolan and Mary (Quillin) Walters, bought the hotel annex, which was then operated as a rooming house. My grandparents continued to run it as a rooming house until my grandmother sold it in 1977. There used to be a small neon sign on the east side of the house that said "Annex." The house was not set up to be a residence, but was obviously designed to be a sort of hotel in itself and resembled the Windsor Hotel in design. Downstairs was a front parlor with a fireplace, a rear parlor, a room that may have been an office or storage at one time, a dining room and a kitchen which was obviously a later addition. Upstairs were five guest rooms--all with their own sinks--and a bathroom with the biggest bathtub I have ever seen. It was a gracious and hospitable building. My grandparents used the back parlor as their bedroom, which could be closed off with large pocket doors. There was a guest room downstairs (the former office/storage room) that was let out to a boarder that rented month to month. This room was occupied by a series of widowers or bachelors, including Charlie Gwinner, Everett Geisler, and finally a man named Fischer whose first name I can't recall right now (Ed??). The "regular" roomer, as we called him, also got board, and I remember Charlie or Everett sitting with the family at every meal served in my grandparents house, including holiday family dinners, and in the living room watching TV. The upstairs rooms rented to those passing through. I remember lots of construction workers, traveling salesmen, truckers and the occasional tourist (I still remember semis parked in front of the house). Mostly these guests kept to themselves, but occasionally they would join the family in the living room to watch TV or converse. In warm weather, my grandparents spend the evenings on the porch that covered the south and east sides of the house. We were always at my grandparents on Saturday evenings, along with one or more of my aunts/uncles/cousins, assorted neighbors (often Liz Burt, who owned Burt Abstract and lived across the street), the regular boarder and the occasional guest who would venture down. My female cousins helped out my grandma with the chores. Every morning, they would take make the beds--putting the top sheet on the bottom and putting a new top sheet on--cleaning the rooms, doing the wash (I recall Grandma running sheets through the mangle), etc. There was lots of intricate woodwork to dust, and Grandma would go around doing her white glove test. Grandma kept the place absolutely spotless. She had no clothes dryer, so every sheet and towel was washed and hung out to dry on the clothes line out back. Having been raised on a farm at Spring Creek, and then having been a farm wife until the '40s, Grandma knew how to put on a spread. Coffee and cake at 9:30 a.m., the mid-day meal ("dinner") precisely at 11:00 a.m., more coffee and cake at 3:00 p.m. and supper precisely at 5:00 p.m.--don't you dare be late!! Behind the house was a garage and my grandpa's workshop. He was a carpenter at that time. I spent much of my childhood in that house and have many, many fond memories of Saturday nights spend with my grandparents, family celebrations, drinking ice tea with Grandma on the front porch on hot summer afternoons, visiting Grandpa in his workshop... The Windsor Hotel burned in the 30s, I believe and was replaced by a small Art Moderne bungalow-style motel called the Park-O-Tel. The motel complex included a gas station and restaurant. In the '60s-70s The restaurant and motel was run by Cora Panzer, who I recall made the best hamburgers in town at the time. The Park-O-Tel was razed sometime in the '80s, I think, and was replaced by a convenience store/gas station. My grandfather died in 1971. Grandma continued to run "The Annex" until 1977, when old age finally started catching up to her. She sold it to a family and it burned in the early 80s. After standing as a ghostly shell for a number of years, it was finally bought by the county a few years ago, raized and replaced by a utilitarian metal building that houses the abulance and fire-fighting equipment. Grandma died in 1991 at the age of 92. Scott Holl