Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live

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July 23,  2016 -Bond's book and my book=

PLAIN DISCOURSE

SHOPTALK: On the shop desk this week is a pic of Dr. Bond’s Account Book that is on display at the museum. Dr. Bond was one of the town’s early physicians. He had 2 teams of horses that he used to hitch to his buggy and travel to tend to the needs of persons all over the countryside. The book is a real jewel and is both informative and entertaining – because he wasn’t always paid in hard currency.

On my home desk this week is an advertisement that was used by the Vermilion Photojournal to promote one of my books. I used it because I was looking for some color for the desktop. But it piqued my interest and I went back and read the book. If I wasn’t the author I would still appreciate the information therein. While there are some photographs in the book they are secondary to the text. I honestly and unabashedly like the book.

None of my books are available on-line. But perhaps I will contact Amazon and see what kind of d

MAKING A DENT: I’ve been working at moving all my office stuff to our new old home at the Olympic Club this week. My office was in a relatively small space in our home, but boy-o-boy did I manage to acquire things.

I stopped purchasing my regular reading books several years ago or I’d have a good deal more than I do. The only books I currently keep on hand are reference books (mostly history) and that’s quite enough. Was a time when I saved every book I read.

All I have left of the office to move now are my desk; 4 or 5 filing cabinets (full of treasures); my pic, printer, and large format scanner. I’ll not move my pc until I have my IP functioning at the new site – but the other items will be relocated next week (I hope). Most of what remains of our stuff will be given away, sold or be placed into the trash where it should’ve been placed several years ago.

Here’s a piece of unsolicited advice: Throw as you go. If you don’t someday someone (probably a relative) is going to have to waste their time throwing it out for you. Do them a favor and toss those things yourself. Just face the fact that you are not going to fit into those skinny jeans anytime soon (or later); and nobody really wants the room-sized computer you quit using 10 years ago.

MUSEUM SCHEDULE: Beginning now the museum will be open six days a week from 11 AM to 3 PM. We will be closed on Sundays and Holidays. We are located at 727 Grand Street in Vermilion across the street from Vermilion's historic E&R Church. The museum is open Monday thru Saturday from 11 AM to 3 PM. A small admission donation of $5 (for adults) is requested. Children under 14 accompanied with an adult will be admitted free. For Special Tours call: 440-967-4555.

We are closed on Sundays and holidays.

Private tours during those hours and during the evening can be arranged by calling the museum, or stopping in to see us.

FIVE-OH-ONE-CEE-THREE: The museum is a 501(c)(3) organization. Consequently, all donations and memberships for the museum are tax deductible. This is retroactive to November of 2011.

Memberships for the VERMILION NEWS PRINT SHOP MUSEUM are always available. Funds generated will go toward the aforementioned renovations and maintenance of the shop.

A single membership for an adult is $15 a year.
A couple membership is $25 a year.
A student membership is $5.
And a lifetime membership is $100.

ADMISSION - ADULTS $5.00 and young people under the age of 14 are FREE.

If you would like to become a member the VNPSM you can send a check or money order to:

Vermilion Print Shop Museum
727 Grand Street
Vermilion, Ohio 44089
440.967.4555.
Cell:440.522.8397

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VERMILION WOMEN: I really can’t recall where I came across this pic – I just found it somewhat interesting. Because I recognize two of the ladies pictured I’m assuming all are Vermilion women.

The lady under the “A” is Zella English, Rev. Earl T. English’s wife. And the lady under the “B” is “Miss Mary” Chadwick. The lady just to the right of Miss Mary looks like Dorothy Hart (I could be mistaken), and some of the others certainly seem familiar, but I just don’t know their names.

They appear to have been a jolly group. I note the “No Parking” sign on the couch. And there’s a bucket on the floor in the foreground, so I’m assuming they’d been playing some game. I also wonder who took might have taken the pic. Maybe someone out there knows more about all of it.

ALMOST NOTHING NEW HERE: I previously did a similar pic of this area. But I like this (old) one so I used it again.

I’m enthralled by the hustle and bustle of downtown Vermilion during the early 1940s. Some may remember when you could still angle park on Division / Main Street. You could do that right up into the 1960s. I really enjoyed the old stores that once line the streets. Currently there’s not much there to draw me to the area except to take a few pictures like the newer one (below).

I miss the days when one could buy almost anything needed in downtown Vermilion. But c’est la vie – c’est la vie.

AN ENIGMATIC PICTURE: It’s been a bit over one year now since I met an Internet friend, Bobbi (Roberta) Neller-Riley, who lives in Santa Maria, CA. (She was surfing the net one day and came across one of my webpages.) Bobbi, it turns out, is a great-granddaughter and granddaughter of late Vermilionites George and Elton Fischer (respectively) who operated a rather prosperous lumber business during the latter part of the 19th to the mid 20th centuries in Vermilion. Thanks to her their names, faces and stories have appeared in this column numerous times since our acquaintance (PJ 1-22, 2-2, and 7-6-06). In brief, this is, and continues to be with the accompanying photo, an historically productive digital rapport about a century ago from 3000 miles away. Amazing.

But even more amazing may be the relationships that existed amongst citizens of the Village of Vermilion, Ohio 100 years ago. It should be of no surprise to anyone that in a hamlet that, then, only consisted of roughly 1500 to 2000 souls that kinships among the townsfolk would be both strong and numerous. And so it was. However; during the passage of 100 years these obvious relationships are likely to become less and less obvious until they are nearly, or sometimes completely, forgot.

Many older townsmen in our pretty city, for instance, will recognize the name, if not the face, of a gentleman named A.E. Beeckel. Mr. Beeckel’s name is known by most persons familiar with local history because he was for many years Vermilion’s funeral director. During the last century he kept a parlor in the shop(s) situated between what is now Brummer’s Candy Store (north), and Winterstein Realty (south) on Main Street. Local resident Henry “Hank” Fischer makes some mention of him in his oral histories of Vermilion. And advertisements for Beeckel’s professional services and furniture business regularly appeared in The Vermilion News.

As an aside it might be helpful for some readers to understand that furniture sales by persons engaged in the funerary business was not unusual. In fact, it was more the rule than the exception.

But back to Mr. Andrew E. Beeckel: He is pictured (here) standing next to Elizabeth “Lizzie” Liberman Fischer. The ladies seated - from left to right are: Mary “Mame” Beeckel, Catherine Liberman, and Blanche Liberman. Their apparel suggests that the photograph was taken about 1902. The location is unknown.

Now about those aforementioned relationships: “Lizzie” Fischer was Andrew Beeckel’s older half-sister. She was married to Vermilion entrepreneur and lumberman George Fischer. “Mame” Beeckel was Andrew’s younger sister. Catherine was their mother. And Blanche is thought to be one of Lizzie’s cousins. But hold on folks it doesn’t end here.

At the time an unknown photographer captured this portrait Catherine was married to a Vermilion businessman by the name of John W. Krapp captured these shadows. Mr. Krapp was the proprietor of a well-known Vermilion hostelry called the Lake House, which sat on the southwest corner of Liberty Avenue and Division/Main Street. In time Lizzie’s husband would purchase the hotel, move it down the hill (to the east) and name it after their children Maud and Elton.

To further illuminate/confuse matters folks should know that John and Catherine Krapp also had four additional children; Helena, George, August, and Carrie. So unlike the razor-sharp images in this beautiful photograph come 3000 miles to afford us a glimpse of Vermilion folks one century ago the relationships among those in the photo are nearly, if not completely, enigmatic.

Ref: Ancestry.com: U.S. Census 1880, 1910; Special Thanks to Bobbi Neely-Riley, Santa Maria, CA; Published 02/02/2007 in the Vermilion Photojournal.

YESTERYEAR'S NEWS: The following clips were vocally transcribed from past issues of The Vermilion News. I think you will find them both interesting and fun...

Vol. XII, No. 7. - VERMILION, OHIO, THURSDAY, July 23, 1908

SAYS WIFE'S AFFECTIONS WERE STOLEN

H.K. Clock, Amherst Publisher Sues John Erhart For $10,000 Damages

H. K. Clock editor of the Amherst Reporter, filed suit Monday for $10,000 damages against John Erhart, also Amherst, who he charges with alienation of his wife's affections.

Editor Clock, in is petition declares that he and his wife lived happily for years, until Erhart interfered. He further avers that the defendant has called upon Mrs. Clock day and night, has bestowed loving caresses upon her and whispered endearing terms to her. He also made presents to their son in order to break up the happy home and tried to induce Mrs. Clock to sue for divorce so that the couple could be separated. Erhart is a neighbor of Clocks.

Sewer Trouble Settled

The trouble between C. O. Bassett and the Village concerning a certain sewer which Mr. Bassett claim damaged his property by its offensive odor has been finally been settled with costs evenly divided.

V. FAULHABER DEAD

DIED –Saturday night at the Soldier Home Sandusky, Valentine Faulhaber. The remains were brought here Monday and funeral held at St. Mary's church Wednesday. Interment at Elyria. Several grandchildren survive.

Town Hall Now Open

The Town Hall now conforms to the orders of the fire marshal. The fire escapes have been placed and doors opening to them have been put in so that are now three safe exits from the auditorium. The first entertainment was given Wednesday evening.

[NOTE: Readers might want to note the date this took place. It’s a cool piece of local historical trivia.]

TRINTER – SCHOMER

Wednesday at noon Mr. Harry Trinter of this place was married to Miss Rose Schomer at Sandusky. Rev. William Givler officiating. Mr. Clarence Curtis of Huron was "best man" and Miss Amelia Schmoll of Vermilion was bridesmaid. After a trip to Toledo and Detroit Mr. and Mrs. Trinter will be at home in Vermilion. We join their many friends and wishing them a long and happy journey through life.

A Boulevard Suggested

The Lorain Board of Trade has taken up the matter of a Boulevard from Cleveland through Lorain, Vermilion, Huron and Sandusky, to Port Clinton, and addressed a letter to the Cleveland Chamber of Commerce. It states that they will be glad to meet with the representative men of the several towns concerning the matter. The scheme is to have a fine highway about 100 feet wide along the Lake Shore from Cleveland Port Clinton. Parks of 20 or more acres about 10 miles apart are also suggested.

A Lively Time With A Live Wire

Charley Squires took hold of a telephone wire near the Hotel Maudelton this morning and with when he wanted to let go he found he couldn't. James Rose saw his predicament and attempted to "help him" let go and both boys hung on. William Leidheiser happened along about that time and took a hand in the pull-away game. The next thing he knew he had been kicked over the fence by some invisible power. The boys, however, had "let go."

The cause of all this was a telephone wire, which was being strung, coming in contact with a "live" wire. No one was injured.

Correspondence

AMHERST

The ice cream social given by the ladies of the Congregational church Friday evening was well attended.

Roy Opperman had his eyeball cut by a piece of steel one day last week, while threshing. Several attempts to remove it failed.

Considerable damage was done by the heavy windstorm Friday. One horse was killed and several trees torn up and Shop roof blown off.

Mrs. Hess met with a serious accident last week that of dislocating her shoulder. Owing to her age and feeble health, her condition is regarded as quite serious.

The directors of the Home Telephone met and decided to hire more men to install a number of new phones here and at South Amherst and finish up the various improvements.

A message was received on Thursday of last week that Fred Brucker, eldest son of Mr. and Mrs. George Brucker had his right leg so badly crushed that amputation was necessary. He was a conducted on the L.S. and M.S. Railway and was thrown between the cars just as they came together and his leg was caught between the bumpers. The accident occurred near Huron.

New telephones installed lately are the Amherst library number 37 green; Rev. Fuessner, 115.

A consignment of 51 new books has been received at the library.

The Eagles and firemen will picnic at Crystal Beach on Wednesday, August 26. Great preparations are being made to make this a grand success. A list of athletic events have been arranged. Two good ball games will be played between the local and some good rival teams.

RUGBY

Mrs. Alice Harris is on the sick list.

Elmer Kneisel was improving and is able to be out again.

We have another threshing machine in our neighborhood, Bacon brothers, managers.

Mr. Fred Kishman thrashed 400 bushels of wheat for Levi Brown last week.

Miss Sadie Roland age 35, 35 inches tall and weighing thirty pounds the smallest woman in Ohio died July 19 from brain fever.

The passenger steamer Frontenac was burned to the water's edge at Lorain the shipyard Friday evening. The shipbuilding plant was also badly damaged.

An attempt is being made to have a sewer system, which can be used for sewer and not merely drainage, but the matter has been delayed. The town needs a good sewer system and will no doubt have it in time. We have now, with one or two exceptions a system of drainage which does really well so far as surface water is concerned, but cannot be used for all purposes. The village authorities are constantly in trouble on account of citizens using these drains for sewers and the only way out is a regular sewer. The village is, at present, not in condition financially to do much in this direction, although most of the cost would fall upon those benefited by the sewer.

[NOTE: Historically this is an important observation. The village was growing and the necessity of having sewers that might accommodate human waste was becoming more and more necessary. It’ll be interesting to see how long it took before they became a reality.]

Locals.

Capt. Peter full began his duties on the lakes this week.

Mr. and Mrs. Charles Gilchrist of Cleveland spent Sunday here.

Mrs. Wesley Pelton entertained her mother Mrs. Trinter of Cleveland Sunday.

Mrs. F. W. Wakefield and son were guests of Cleveland relatives a few days this week.

Clara Houseman of Lorain spent the first week of this week with her grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. E. T. Bottomley.

Mr. and Mrs. L. J. Martinek have further guests this week, Gene and Grace Morrison of kinkarding, Canada.

Capt. Walper was in town yesterday.

The central high school at Brownhelm is to have an addition of two rooms.

The storm last Friday afternoon raised havoc with the telephones and on the North Ridge the schoolhouse of No. 6 was damaged. A number of trees were blown down.

BORN – to Mr. and Mrs. Elmer Robinson of Clyde, July 15, a daughter. Mrs. Robinson was formerly, Miss Bertha Hancock of this place.

H. E. Montgomery, at present a deputy, is being mentioned by his friends as a likely candidate for sheriff.

The Vogt and LaVound’s Own Company was to have given moving pictures and illustrated songs at the Town Hall last evening. This part of the program had to be omitted, however, on account of the wrong attachments to the machine being sent. The rest of the performance was given and was very good.

Ludwig Krapp is improving as rapidly as can be expected and may be brought home next Sunday if his condition warrants.

Louis Noel, while on his way from here to Put-in- Bay Monday sighted a floater about 5 miles off Huron. The body was so badly decomposed that taking it from the water or towing it ashore seemed impossible.

Hmmmmmm....

150th ANNIVERSARY OF THE “BATTLE OF THE HUNDRED SLAIN”: Three miles from Fort Phil Kearny near Story, Wyoming will be held this year (No date was provided). For more info see wikipedia.)

Late Vermilion resident, Matilda Louis Grummond was the sister of 2nd Lt. George Washington Grummond. Grummond and 81 of his fellow soldiers were killed by an overwhelming force of Lakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho Indians in one of the worst military disasters suffered by the US Army on Great Plains.

If you are a descendant of Matilda and your are interested in this history you can email email John Horton for additional information.

HARD TIMES, PART 1

Mary Wakefield Buxton

I was born in Vermilion, Ohio in 1941, just three months before the bombing of Pearl Harbor and the onset of the American Declaration of War against the Axis. The family business, then known as the F.W. Wakefield Brass Co, was just recovering from the long years of depression when meeting payroll was not an easy task. But the war turned the fortunes for the company starting with Father’s patent for the company on an infra-red signal light for U.S. Navy ships that prevented the Japanese from reading signals transmitted from ship to ship. Father’s invention, along with many other innovations for industrial ceiling lighting products that placed the company in direct competition with GE, Westinghouse and Sylvania, introduced several decades of great growth and prosperity for the plant for years to come.

Thus, I was raised in a time of prosperity which might have been advantageous except for a few major problems. I grew up thinking that wealth was easy to come by and that it would continue on and on forever. I had no concept of how difficult it was to earn money and even more challenging, how hard it was to keep it after it was earned. Saving money, managing money, and living on a budget were skills that I had never learned.

In addition, I didn’t realize how the capitalist system worked which meant that no one was guaranteed a life-time position of wealth (or poverty) because our economic system is so fluid. An individual can move rapidly in and out of any classification and at any time… as I well proved the case.

In 1961 at the tender age of 19 I had managed to go from wealth back to poverty (which is an amazingly easy feat to accomplish.) My fortune turned as suddenly as a black cloud covering the sun as I unhappily found myself divorced, jobless, penniless, and totally on my own.

The worst of it was I had only myself to blame for my sudden new and unpleasant straits. After a carefree life culminating in two years at an exclusive woman’s college in Virginia, I had foolishly eloped with an inappropriate man which was an act that had ended quickly in divorce. My parents were so disgusted with my reckless and impulsive behavior that they had ordered me out of college and to go to work.

“It appears you are the sort who must learn lessons of life the hard way,” Mays, my beloved Father said.

“But, Father, shouldn’t I go back to college and finish my degree?” I asked, tears beginning to crack open along the edges of my eyes. I didn’t dream my foolish behavior would cause my parents to actually yank me out of college.

“Oh yes, Mays, you definitely should return to college one day. But this time you will have to earn your way to college and, I hope, your eventual degree.”

I blinked. Earn my way? Work? Get a job? But I was only 19! Who would ever hire moi? I stood at the picture window in the living room of our home off West Lake Road and stared glumly at the lake. An invisible freighter was wending its way across the horizon and I knew it was there by its tell-tale trail of smoke, a mere whiff low in the northern sky. It was at that exact moment that it occurred to me that I was rather a bit of a spoiled brat, lots of fun to be with to be sure, but, nonetheless, a teen-ager that had had everything she had ever wanted handed to her throughout her short life.

I was too young, of course, to know at the time that my parents were trying to save me from myself. They were risking everything, suffering with me every inch of my painful journey, to do all they could to change the course of my life and, finally, help me develop into a responsible adult with solid values who became a decent human being.

But how could I get a job? Why, I couldn’t even type, purposely and stubbornly refusing to learn the keyboard in high school and college because I believed typing would be beneath me my supreme intellect. Why, even the dinosaurs had been better prepared for the world than I was.

Oh, why, I ruminated, had life suddenly become so difficult? Some grow up easily adjusting to the various slings and arrows along the way. Why had growing up become so very unpleasant for me?

Sadly, I packed my college clothes; plaid wool skirts, Shetland sweaters, button down blouses, my gold circle pin encrusted in pearls, loafers and a green raincoat with a raccoon collar in preparation for my move to Cleveland to look for a job. As my great grandmother Franc Horton Parsons would have said (whom I well-remembered) …”What a fine kettle of fish!”

I knew my family on my father’s side had come from abject poverty arriving to America just three generations before from England and, through hard work and a good idea, had found success in the New World. My great grandfather, William Wakefield, a funny looking fellow that peered out at me from aged photographs with a long white beard and a wrinkled black suit, had come to America from Yorkshire in the 1860s. He had almost starved to death walking across Pennsylvania and had had to return to England and pull another few years of hard work before he could afford to return for good to the land of opportunity in 1872. This time he brought his family and settled in Cleveland.

His son, Frederick, became a pioneer electrician and wired many of the big mansions in Cleveland at a time they were converting from gas lamps to electric. He was lucky enough to have met Ohio’s most famous inventor, Thomas Edison, who had developed the light bulb. Grandfather realized every home and business in America needed to convert from gas to electric light. He obtained a patent for a brass fixture that made such conversion and moved to Vermilion to build his home and manufacturing factory for electrical lighting fixtures. Those were great days of opportunities for Americans because there was no income tax at that time and every dollar of profit could be reinvested back into his rapidly growing plant which expanded accordingly and provided many jobs to the town.

I thought dismally how quickly I had managed to return to my roots in poverty, in just three generations no less, as my parents drove me to Cleveland to answer an ad in the Cleveland Plain dealer to rent an apartment. We drove into a long driveway leading to a huge mansion on the lake that I could immediately see had definitely seen better days.

“Why, it’s Alexander Winton’s old home!” Father shouted in excitement, pulling up to the massive front door. The apartment was a kitchen, bath living and bedroom cut out of a grand and once elegant dining room. The room was graced with heavy wood paneling and crystal chandeliers that suggested a previous royal life.

Some pathetic limp sheets hung on a rusty rod stretched across the end of the dining room in order to create a bedroom of sorts. A scary looking caretaker peeped in at us from a window to round off the scene for a novel of a perfect horror story.

Mother, whom I don’t believe ever held a job in her life, shuddered at the sight of her daughter’s new digs. But Father, ever the romantic, was instantly teary eyed. “Just think, Mays! You will be living in Alexander Winton’s old home!” This said with the same thrilling enthusiasm as if the Queen of England, herself, had just entered the room.

My father remembered as a child that Mr. Winton had come to Vermilion in his massive 128 foot steam powered yacht, “La Belle.” Grandfather and he had gone out to greet the automobile magnate in their more modest 50 foot iron hull yacht, “Tobermory. “ How splendid that Mays will be living in the old Winston mansion!” Father exclaimed happily. He couldn’t get over how the dear Mays had “lucked out.”

Mother sighed, she was not of the romantic school, put a pork loin roast in the oven for me with instructions on when to take it out, (I had no idea how to cook a roast, let alone boil an egg,) and then my parents left. It was a horrifying moment as I watched their car disappear down the long driveway back to East Lake Road headed west for my dear home town of Vermilion.

It wasn’t long before the now drunk and raving caretaker started pounding on the dining room door wanting me to join a party upstairs. I declined and, fortunately, the lock held.

I shall never forget that night. I was so alone. In the dim light of the crystal chandelier I could just get a glimpse in a musty mirror along the wall of a pale, frightened girl staring back at herself. I thought it might be the end of the world. I remembered great grandfather starved and walking across Pennsylvania in search of a better life and I saw myself only three generations later.

It was then that I felt an odd click inside my brain, almost as if some inner steel gear was changing from third back to first. My body stiffened in a new way and I saw two large and fearful brown eyes suddenly transformed into hard feline slits. OK, so maybe I had been spoiled a little by loving parents in very good times. But that was then and this was now. A sudden spike of steeled determination cracked through my brain like lightening on a summer’s evening and I knew at once that no suffering or pain of past mistakes would ever defeat me! I vowed I was going to get myself out of this miserable mess that I had gotten myself into if it was the last thing I did!

A note about the author: Mary Wakefield Buxton is the author of 12 books about love and life in Virginia including her latest novel, “The Private War of William Styron.” She has written a column for 30 years for her hometown newspaper, the Southside Sentinel in Urbanna, Virginia where she lives with her husband, “Chip” and her two beloved spaniels; “Dandy” and “Dasher.

HISTORY OF ERIE COUNTY

CHAPTER VII.

…any of them, all territorial and jurisdictional claims whatever, under any grant, charter or charters whatever, to the soil and jurisdiction of any and all lands whatever lying westward, northwestward, and southwestward, of those counties in the State of Connecticut, which are bounded westwardly by the eastern line of the State of New York, as ascertained by agreement between Connecticut and New York, in the year one thousand seven hundred and thirty-three; excepting only from this renunciation, the claim of the said State of Connecticut, and of those claiming from and under the said State of Connecticut, to the soil of said tract of land, in said act of Congress described under the name of the Western Reserve of Connecticut. And be it further enacted. That the governor of this State for the time being, be, and hereby is, empowered, in the name and behalf of this State, to execute and deliver to the acceptance of the president of the United States, a deed of the form and tenor directed by the said act of Congress, expressly releasing to the United States the jurisdictional claims of the State of Connecticut, to all that territory called the Western Reserve of Connecticut, according to the description thereof in said act of Congress, and in as full and ample manner as therein is required.'

"Therefore, know ye, that I, Jonathan Trumbull, governor of the State of Connecticut, by virtue of the powers vested in me, as aforesaid, do, by these presents, in the name and for and on behalf of the said State, remise, release, and forever quit claim to the United States, the jurisdictional claim of the State of Connecticut, to all that tract of land called, in the aforesaid act of Congress, the Western Reserve of Connecticut, and as the same therein under that name is particularly and fully described.

"In witness whereof, I have hereunto subscribed m name, and affixed my seal in the Council Chamber at Hartford, in the State of Connecticut, this thirteenth day of May, in the year of our Lord one thousand eight hundred, and in the twenty-fourth year of the independence of the United States.

"JONATHAN TRUMBULL, (L. S.)"

Many readers and not a few writers have taken the position that the State of Connecticut, through her officers, unduly and unwarrantably delayed complying with the desire of Congress, and the United States, in the matter of ceding, her western territory to the general government; and that she (Connecticut) thought that by retaining possession under her claim that it might be held for her own absolute use and control. In this impression there has been a serious error. Connecticut occupied a position in this matter, which was certainly peculiar, if not embarrassing; her pledge by deed was given and she was by law and equity bound to protect those persons to whom conveyances had been made. The State, also, had encouraged the purchase and settlement of the lands of the reserve by her own people, and it was that their individual rights might be upheld and sustained that she delayed her deeds of cession; and this delay was occasioned by the deliberation and counsel necessary to ascertain the best means of accomplishing the end sought.

HISTORY OF ERIE COUNTY OHIO – With Illustrations and Biographical Sketches of Some of Its Prominent Men and Pioneers. – Edited by Lewis Cass Aldrich – Syracuse, N.Y. - D. Mason & Co., Publishes – 1889.

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VERMILION ARTIFACT #213

I’LL BET FEW HAVE ONE OF THESE: Well, I’m not referring so much to the pic of the Eiffel Tower as I am to the card itself. It was written by Vermilionite Charles “Chuck” Thompson and send to his parents, Hazen and Vera, just before the official end of WW2.

As you can see Thompson was writing from a hospital in France where he’d been sent after being wounded during the Battle of the Bulge. I don’t know if this was the first communiqué home after his injury, but it would appear that he was well enough to do some sightseeing in Paris while recuperating.

Chuck had also been a P.O.W. for a short time. It was only by the grace of God that he survived those things and made it home. But I do believe that the experiences stayed with him for the rest of his life. He died in 1982 at the age of only 57 years.

THE PERFECT MAN

The preacher said: "There's no such thing as a perfect woman. Anybody present who has ever known a perfect woman, stand up."

Nobody stood up.

"Those who have ever known a perfect man, stand up."

One demure little man stood up.

"Did you ever know an absolutely perfect man?" he asked, somewhat disbelieving.

"Well I didn't know him personally," replied the little man, "but I have heard a great deal about him. He was my wife's first husband."

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LOCAL ANNOUNCEMENTS: After giving it much thought this link has been "put-down". During the last year most of the folks who used to use this page as a bulletin board have acquired their own and, consequently, no longer need this forum from "Views". I have, however, kept links (in the links section) to Larry Hohler's "Hope Homes" in Kenya - and to Bette Lou Higgins' Eden Valley Enterprises sites. They are historically and socially relevant projects. I suggest that you visit these sites on a regular basis to see "what's shakin'".

Pay particular note to the "Hope Homes" page during the next few months / years. They are constantly improving the lives of their youngsters and those around them. This is an exciting project accomplished by exciting people.

Although this Vermilion High School Class of 1959 reunion is over classmates may want to stay connected with each other through organizerROGER BOUGHTON. Ye can connect by mailing him @ 2205 SW 10th Ave. Austin, MN. 55912 or you can just emailRoger.

Persons interested in the history of the Lake Shore Electric Railway (which was the subject of a recent past podcast series) - "the greatest electaric railway system on the planet" may want to go to Amazon.com and purchase a book called "Images of Rail - Lake Shore Electric Railway". It was put together by Thomas J. Patton with the help of my friends DENNIS LAMONT and ALBERT DOANE. It'd make a nice gift.

Another great book with Vermilion Roots is, "Grandma's Favorites: A Compilation of Recipes from MARGARET SANDERS BUELL by Amy O'Neal, ELIZABETH THOMPSON and MEG WALTER (May 2, 2012). This book very literally will provide one with the flavor of old Vermilion. And ye can also find it at Amazon.com. Take a look.

MARY WAKEFIELD BUXTON'S LATEST BOOK "The Private War of William Styron" is available in paper back for $15.00 with tax and can be purchased locally at Buxton and Buxton Law Office in Urbanna, ordered from any book store, Amazon.com or Brandylane Publishing Company. A signed, hard back edition may be purchased from Mrs. Buxton directly for $30.00 by writing her at Box 488, Urbanna, VA 23175 and including $6.00 for tax, postage and packaging.


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