Last week we published this photo, challenging readers to figure out the identity of the police officer shown at Main and Fayette streets.
Jean Pfund called Wednesday morning to tell us the photograph was pre-1949, based on the automobiles shown. She agreed that the man in the picture didn’t have the right physique for Red Walker, but she couldn’t remember who served before him.
Dave Metcalf called and wondered if it might be his father, Curtis.
That guess got a second from Wanda Bacon. She and her husband, John, think it’s Curtis.
Esther Evanson and Katherine Smith think Ivan Ford was the village police officer before Red Walker, but Gene Beaverson and Dee Potter think he served after Red. Memories become hazy over the years.
Judy Rupp called to suggest that it might be Merrit Smith. Merrit Smith? No, he was never a cop in Fayette, or so Mick Schaffner claims. Mick’s vote goes with Curtis Metcalf.
Then came the call from the former Betty Walker who was once married to Orland “Bud” Walker, the son of Red. She and her daughter immediately recognized the man as Red Walker, no question about it. He was six-foot tall, she noted, so the physique matches.
Gene Beaverson notes that the little police stand that was erected on the corner doesn’t appear in the photo and he figures that must have come later.
Several people pointed out our error in calling Fayette’s main north and south street Gorham. It’s Fayette Street, of course.
The first person to respond to the photo question was Warren Esterline in California. He reads his Observer via the internet before it’s even off the press.
Warren wasn’t sure who the officer was, but he did comment on the “busy” appearance of the empty intersection. He also said that in three weeks when the paper finally arrives at the Florida home of his brother, Rod, we’ll probably have the answer to the question.
“I’m told he regularly tested the capabilities of the Fayette law enforcement team in the late 1940s, so he should be able to provide an identification, albeit from the perspective of looking over his shoulder at a dead run.”