The Village of Cooksville had its own
soda fountain and hamburger joint—both were in its very own snack shop.
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| Ed Ortman |
From 1947 to 1958, the Ortman family
operated the popular “Snack Shop” in Cooksville in a new little building
constructed by Edward Ortman on the lot north of the historic Betsy Curtis
House located just north of the General Store on State Highway 138.
Donna Ortman Clark, one of the Ortman’
daughters, remembers how the Snack Shop began:
“People were very skeptical, including
some of our family when my father decided to start this business. My parents
had sold the Cooksville grocery store earlier [to Miles Armstrong in 1946] because
my father had been injured in an accident.
He was returning with a load of groceries which he had purchased at the
wholesalers in Madison. His panel truck
was hit by a car that did not stop for a stop sign. It was said the scene
resembled a tossed salad with salad dressing and produce all over the
highway. During the war and for a while
after the war, because of manpower shortages, grocers had to pick up their own
grocery stock. A year later, Dad decided
to build the Snack Shop.
“I was thirteen years old and my parents
always needed help at the Snack Shop.
Because we were a large family, it was a family business. I ‘enjoyed people’ more than cleaning house,”
says Donna.
The Snack Shop was well-known throughout
southern Wisconsin for great hamburgers and delicious malted milks. Some customers liked raw hamburger—steak
tartare—with just an onion and bun. Donna
remembers that her “Mother always kept an egg handy for our bread delivery man
so that he could have an easy-over egg on his raw hamburger!”
“Norwegian coffee” was on the menu, made
in a regular commercial coffee pot with a raw egg put into the coffee ground
holder, and the customers loved it, according to Donna.
The Snack Shop had a large teenage
following, with students from Stoughton, Evansville, Edgerton, Brooklyn and
sometimes from Bellville and Footville high schools. Donna recalls “going to
football games and at the end of the game hearing students say, ‘Are you going
to Ortman’s?’ Sometimes Dad would just
load the grill with hamburgers before the crowd appeared.”
Regular customers came from Madison, as
well, and many said the Snack Shop had the best hamburgers between Madison and
Janesville. “Cooksville was considered a neat place to take a Sunday afternoon
ride to, so they would stop for ice cream….
Sometimes in the summer on a busy Sunday we would run out of ice cream,”
says Donna.
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| Sharon Ortman |
“One very busy Sunday sister Sharon and
I were in the Snack Shop by ourselves for a few hours. For some reason we wanted to make certain no
one could come and rob us of the money we were taking in, so each one hundred
dollars we made we would hide. I think
we took in a lot of money that day. One
day my brother Terry and Sharon were working.
Terry filled a car with gas and the customer took off without
paying. I think Terry did get the
license plate and called the police. The
young man did pay for his gas! “
The Snack Shop had gas pumps out front and
checked people’s automobile oil for them.
“My mother had taught school and loved
young people and they loved her. Once
one of the high school girls put her gum in a bottle of ketchup. Fortunately, mother saw her do it. She went to her table and removed the ketchup
bottle without saying a word. The young
lady was so embarrassed and couldn’t apologize enough. Unfortunately, people seemed to chew gum a
lot and it would end up placed on the underside of the table. It was one of our most undesirable
jobs—cleaning it off.”
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| Ortman Family, 2011, with Donna 3rd from right |
The Ortman family lived just across the
street in the historic Cooksville brick house known as the Collins House. In the
1940s they had a party telephone line and when the Snack Shop closed about 11 p.m.,
the family would know when the Snack Shop phone rang because all the phones on
the party line would ring, and the Ortmans could answer it at home. If the
caller asked if the Snack Shop was still open, the Ortman parents would say “yes”
and run across the street to open up the Snack Shop for the bowling team or a
square dancing group. “My folks always
wanted to accommodate everyone,” Donna says.
“I was a soda jerk. We had a soda
fountain and made many soda drinks, ice cream sodas and floats and the best hot
fudge sundaes. Instead of mixing our hot
fudge with water, as the recipe called for, my folks mixed it with milk. Back
then the jukebox played a tune for a dime; hamburgers were a quarter; and
cheeseburgers and malts, thirty cents.”
Eventually, the Snack Shop building was
sold to Donna’s sister Sonia, who added an addition, making it into her first
home.
Greg Armstrong, whose parents operated
the Cooksville General Store for many years and lived in Cooksville, also has
fond memories of the famous Snack Shop.
Greg recalls, “I
went to the Cooksville School with the Ortman children. I still remember the {Snack
Shop] bar with swivel stools with chrome bases and red plastic seat covers
along the north wall. There was a row of tables along the South wall. I think
the chairs had those bent, round wood-backs. I also fondly remember getting
malted milk shakes there and marvelous hamburgers. The Snack Shop became a
popular hang-out for the teenage and young adult crowd.
“I think another very fond memory is the
souped-up old cars with glass-pack mufflers that sounded fabulous…..On Saturday
nights (maybe it was Friday nights) there often were so many cars that they
filled the parking lot and then were parked along Highway138. It was a jumpin’
joint…. I also seem to remember, although this one is a bit vague, that my
brother Steve Armstrong wore his blue suede shoes down to the Snack Shop on
their first outing. Mostly the clientele at the Snack Shop were older than I
was. I thought those older bigger people were really cool.” [Greg was about ten years old or so at the
time.]
Even earlier, in the late 19th
century, Cooksville had an ice-cream “shop” in the home of Electa Savage, who
lived in the Benjamin Hoxie House and provided the community with fresh
home-made ice cream frozen with ice from the mill pond on the Badfish Creek.
And later in the 20the century, after
the Snack Shop closed, the General Store fulfilled Cooksville’s—and the
surrounding area’s— need for soda pop, snacks, ice cream and happy times.
[Thanks to Donna Ortman Clark and Gregory
Armstrong for sharing their memories with us.]
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