About 2:30 the next day, I found myself in Springfield, MO, the third largest city in Missouri. During the run of this project, I’ve visited OK inns, decent inns, great inns, and several superior inns. Walnut Street Inn has been added to the category of superior inns.
This inn is everything that a bed and breakfast should be. The house has character and history. The rooms are unique and comfortable. And it just has that indescribable x quality that pushes it over the line from great to superior.
I began my stay in the Wilder room (named for author, Laura Ingalls Wilder). Now this was a writer’s room. It was nice and secluded and had a private balcony suitable for people watching. Connected to my balcony was a spiral staircase. I’ve always liked this type of staircase since I was a child, so of course I had to climb up and down.
I didn’t have much time to settle in as I planned to attend worship services at St Joseph Catholic Church. So after chucking my suitcase into a corner and taking some photos of the house, I was off to the house of the Lord.
This was one of the best services I had attended in quite a while. The sermon was given by a guest speaker, Father Poisson. He had a warm, welcoming style of speaking and he works for Cross Catholic Outreach. Father Poisson has worked in many poverty stricken countries and Cross Catholic Outreach is dedicated to feeding the hungry, clothing the poor, and rebuilding the homes of the needy in these countries. He told several stories, but the one that resonated with me was the story he told about meeting a young boy named Jose.
Jose and the other village children were about to receive a rare treat. They were going to eat fast food for the very first time. Each child received what was essentially a happy meal. Jose’s meal consisted of two pieces of chicken (very thin since the chickens of the region were also malnourished) and a small envelope of French fries. Father Poisson noticed that Jose ate two bites of chicken and just two or three fries before closing up his box.
Concerned, Father Poisson asked the translator to ask Jose if he was ill or had already eaten that day. The translator said no. He said Jose was going to take the rest of the meal to this brothers and sisters who had not had anything to eat that day.
That got me. 95 cents out of every dollar donated to Cross Catholic Outreach goes to help the poor which is an incredibly high rate of return for fundraising. I’m going to donate a little and you can click on this link if you’d like to make a contribution as well.
After that moving service, I returned to the inn where the clerk told me she had not done me any favors. That caught me up a bit short and I looked at her with a puzzled expression. She told me she had just booked 3 young soldiers in the room across the hall from me and they were very honest and said they planned to get soused that night. Normally they would not stay in a B & B, but the hotel they tried to get into was sold out and they referred the soldiers to Walnut Street Inn.
To make certain I would not be disturbed in case the boys got rowdy, the clerk upgraded me to the Carver Room located on the inn’s first floor at no additional charge.
This was a good writing room, too. I especially liked the faux bookcase, fireplace, and Jacuzzi bathtub. After moving my belongings, I decided it was time to eat.
I walked down the street to Rama Thai Café for my supper. The restaurant (plus many others in the area) was housed in an old house. I had chicken with garlic and peppers. While tasty, it needed to be much spicier for my tastes. But it filled the cavity.
After dinner, I traveled to Pythian Castle for its ghost tour. Pythian Castle was built by the Knights of Pythias which is an organization like the Shriners or Freemasons. The castle was built to house elderly knights and the children of deceased Knights. During World War II it served as a military command center, P.O.W. camp, and a place for the soldiers to enjoy some R and R.
The tour was disappointing. I suspect there was not much difference between it and the normal history tour except for the heftier price tag. There were no interesting stories about the castle’s haunted history. The ghost stories were just tales of odd experiences that were had by staff members of the castle. I do not recommend it at all.
After the tour, I returned to Walnut Street Inn where I had a long hot soak and shave before passing out in my bed for the night.