A Friend and Memories
SHOPTALK: This week on the museum desktop is a pic of an old Vermilion Street Dance poster that was likely printed in the late 1950s at the print shop.
The reason I took the photo was to help me acquire a font for my computer that would mirror those used by the letterpress print shop. When searching for the font I need to have something readily available for comparison. Eventually I believe I’ll be able to reproduce some of these posters with digital equipment.
But the poster is also a nice artifact from those days when Vermilionite Fritz Kubishke called the square dances. Mr. Kubishke, a plumber by trade, was well known in the area for calling the dances.
Some years back he was doing a dance at the Olympic Outing Club and I was unsuccessfully trying to follow his directions. He stopped the dance and asked me to leave the floor. (I may have had a few.)
On my home desk this week is a pic of my ol’ Bud Jebediah. Jeb is the younger of two cats that live in our home. I find him exceptionally amusing.
He’s not a lap cat – and that only makes me like him all the more. We can also talk to him and he will answer. We don’t know cat and he doesn’t know human. But that’s probably a positive for all of us.
Our daughter saved him from dying in the wild and he eventually came to live in our home. When he was a little kitten one of his eyes was somehow severely damaged. As a consequence he is nearly blind in that eye. If I took a pic of him looking directly at the camera you would be able to notice the problem by the reflection in his eye from the flash.
ALLOW ME TO EXPLAIN: With some of the renovating done (for now) at the museum I have returned to the task cleaning, scanning, identification and proper storage of my grandfather’s glass negatives.
One of the first ones I did this week is a family pic of my mother (Ella G. Roscoe), her mother (Elizabeth “Bessie” Bottomley), and Bessie’s mom, Clara Bottomley, with my big brother Billy (William R. Tarrant). Bill was born in March of 1928 so this pic might have been taken in the apartment above the shop in April of that year.
I’d seen this pic before I developed this copy, but never looked at very closely until now. What caught my eye was the framed picture behind the quartet.
This pic was one of the items found in the attic when it was being cleaned. The glass was broken from the frame and the matte was in bad shape. But I like old prints so I kept it; placed under a new matte and put some glass back into the frame.
During that process I discovered that the print was originally part of a calendar from the Wickens Furniture Company that was once located on Broadway in Lorain, Ohio. The calendar was from about 1910.
Anyway, when I was looking at the portrait of my relatives I noticed that print on the wall behind them. The pic of print (above the portrait) gives you some idea of what it looks like in color. Due to the fact that it’s behind glass the reflection kind of blurs the pic. But you get the idea and may understand the reason I (along with someone else in my family) like(d) the print enough to frame it.
The other pic on the wall is my mom’s graduation photo. She graduated from Vermilion High in 1924.
THE DOORS: Preparing for having a VHS Alumni week at the museum this summer I printed and posted some pix from several old Log books inside frames made from old Olympic Outing Club cottage windows. I think they’re pretty cool.
We have all the old “Hi-Times” annual books at the museum, but we don’t have all the “Log” books by a long shot. The newer books became so darn expensive I don’t believe anyone (including the Ritter Library) owns a complete collection (yet). I sincerely doubt that even the school has a complete set.
To be fair, that’s not anyone’s fault. Times change; moves are made; and the staffs change. So there’s no one to blame – just Father Time.
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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
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LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI: I don’t know the lady pictured. I came across it while developing some glass negatives. As is obvious the negative is damaged. But in this case the damage is slight. I did eliminate a spot on her left eye because it was distracting. But other than that it’s a veryr charming portrait c.1920.
At the moment her identity is irrelevant. If I come across another pic that puts a name to the face I won’t fail to use it. But as is with many pix like this; I can’t help but wonder who she was and what her life was like beyond the lens of someone’s camera.
Such photographs enthrall me.
VHS CLASS OF ’60 SEEKS “LOST” MEMBERS: The 1960 class of Vermilion High School is planning their 55th year reunion and there are several classmates whose addresses are unknown. The reunion is planned for Sunday, September 13, 2015, beginning at 2 P.M at the Vermilion Boat Club. There will also be other meet and greet opportunities in the two days before. We want to make every effort to
contact all class members and we need the help of the public to make this
possible. Please look at the following list of “lost” class members and, if you know their whereabouts, please contact SANDRA YEAMANS NEIDING AT 967-4190.
Missing are: Penny Clague, Judy Eagan, James Hill, Robert Holtcamp, Billy Kay, Mavis Keener, Judy Lowery, Ray Luna, Wayne Rohrbaugh and Marjorie Sipos. – Correspondent Sandy Neiding
THE GOODELLS: Phoebe and her twin sister Mary were the daughters of the Reverend Mr. Jotham Weeks. and Anna G. Bachelor Goodell. (Reverend Goodell, as previously mentioned. was the pastor who presided over dedication services of the first church in Vermilion Village on 12/20/1843.) In 1849 Phoebe and Mr. Holden Judson were united in marriage in the pulchritudinous church beside the one room school both had attended as youngsters. At the time those were the only church and school in the village proper.
Holden's family had been among the first to settle in the region. In July of 1809 Holden's grandfather, Rufus Judson, his family, and several other families had traversed a new road (Lake Road), which ran along the lake shore from Rocky River to Huron, to settle in a place called Jessup (Florence Township; PJ 5-12-05). They were from Danbury, Connecticut. About 1811-1812 Rufus, who was a blacksmith/farmer, moved his family to Vermilion. Mrs. Judson would later lose her life on Lake Erie while returning from a trip to Buffalo.
Holden was born in Vermilion in 1826. His father, Charles P. Judson (b. 1775), was Vermilion's first storekeeper. For a number of years he was also Vermilion's Township Clerk. Holden's only sister, Lucretia, also attended the little brick schoolhouse in the village square. She later graduated from Oberlin College.
By the year 1850, the population center of the efflorescing nation had shifted from Baltimore, Maryland to Parkersburg on the Ohio River. In 1851 a gentleman by the name of Horace Greely published a piece in the New York Tribune that advised, "Go West Young Man. Go West!" And at the beginning of the decade roughly 44 thousand people had followed Greely's advice. Holden and Phoebe would also heed that counsel.
In 1853 Holden, a pregnant 20 year old Phoebe, and their 3 year old daughter, Anna, embarked on an overland journey across the North American continent into the wilderness of the West. Their destination? The Puget Sound country of the Oregon Territory where the government of the United States promised to each head of family who settled there a grant of land.
The journey along the Oregon Trail in a covered wagon often drawn by a team of oxen was not easy for anyone. The main killers were disease (i.e. typhoid, smallpox, malaria) and accident. Of perhaps 10 thousand deaths that occurred along the trail only 4% were due to Indian raids.
Phoebe's account of this journey, and ensuing years, as she and her family' helped shape the state of Washington and build the town of Lynden out of th. wilderness can be found in her book, A Pioneer's Search for An Idea Home, published in 1925 when she was 95 years old.
Remarkably (or perhaps not) Phoebe often recalled her life in Vermilion, Ohio as she and Holden searched for their "ideal home" in the west:
'One night in my dreams I was with a dear companion of my younger days. She wandered with me on Lake Erie's beach; a soft south wind was blowing; the little ripples came creeping over the shells and pebbles; my hungry heart was feeding on those joys of bygone days; a passion of love filled my being; stooping, I extended my hands over the clear waters as though I would caress them, and exclaimed, "Beautiful, beautiful, Lake Erie...'
Today history books refer, to her as "The Mother of Lynden" Washington. She gave name to the town in reference to the poem Hohenlinden by T. Campbell, choosing to spell it with a "y" simply because it looked prettier.
Today in Lynden folks fondly refer to her as "Aunt Phoebe". But call her what you will; aunt, wife, mother, sister, daughter, abolitionist, suffragist, prohibitionist, transcendentalist; Phoebe Goodell Judson was a Pioneer in the finest sense of the word. She was a Pioneer whose roots, forged in a tiny hamlet in Ohio during the early 19th century, helped give both form and substance to a great nation.
AGAIN - ANOTHER NEW (NOW OLD) THING: Initially I said that "This will not take the place of
the "Macabre" stuff all the time - but will supplement whilst I search for more macabre stories to tell." But methinks that it's carved out a niche for itself and the "Macabre stuff" with have to find another.
So stay tuned...
Judge Reed in the court of common pleas at the conclusion of a hearing Monday morning directed the receiver in the case of George Fischer vs. the Maudelton Hotel company of Vermilion to have his final report in the handoff the clerk of courts by Saturday next. John F. Hertlein was appointed master to hear all claims and report to the court at the earliest possible moment.
Attorneys Williams and Ramsey represent the receiver, J.J. Fey. George Fischer who instituted the suit, and the Erie County Banking company. Attorneys H.R. Williams and John Ray represent the creditors.
[VV. Ed. Note: This is a poorly written article. The punctuation is not clear. Consequently it is difficult to understand. Perhaps when the suit is settled we’ll get the gist of the actions.]
A long heavy freight train on the L.S.& M.S. R.R. going East at 11 a.m. yesterday came very near being badly wrecked in our little village. The trouble was caused by a broken flange on one of the rear trucks of the tender to engine causing it to jump the track and for half a mile or more in the center of town it tore up the track and demolished the connecting switches generally causing considerable damage to the company’s property. The only thing that prevented a disastrous wreck was that the rear tracks of the tender were the only ones to leave the rails. The engine was stopped just opposite the depot, but for an hour or more all people with horses and vehicles had to drive down to the undergrade crossing by Fisher’s saw mill to reach the business part of the village. No one was hurt.
Mrs. John Plato Sr. died at the home of her son john Saturday aged 85 years. Funeral services were held at the Catholic Church at 9 o’clock Monday morning. She leaves one daughter Mrs. Joe Wesbeecher and three sons, John, Henry and Hamon all of this place. Interment at the Catholic cemetery.
The plans for the new school building are in the hands of the clerk of the board. The structure is to be built of stone. There will be a basement with two extra rooms, which can be used for classrooms and seven classrooms, hall and superintendent’s office on the first floor. There will be four classrooms three recitation rooms and the high school room on the second floor. The contract for building has not as yet been let.
Amherst is now ready to celebrate the glorious Fourth in a style benefitting. Mayor Stiwald and Dr. Turner have been selected for marshals. A number of athletic competitions, and games have already been planned for and $250 has already been raised for the celebration. The grandest display of fireworks ever seen in Amherst will be one of the features.
Henry Battz [sic] has a very sick horse.
Martin Lyon is working on the sugar beet Telephone line.
Crops on the farm are growing nicely.
No sickness prevails in this community at present.
Charles Lu and George Smit are now picking strawberries to sell.
A number from this place are having the whooping cough at this writing.
Conrad Nuhn is improving the looks of his house by adding a porch on the front and putting in a large window.
The stove works recently destroyed by fire at Lorain will be rebuilt as soon as possible. The is good news to the several hundred who were employed there.
The people of Rocky River want a new bridge and are preparing a petition for the same. It is claimed that the present structure is not heavy enough and inadequate.
The hotel at Dover Center was destroyed by fire Friday. There were twenty guests in the building at the time and several narrow escapes. The flames spread to neighboring business blocks but a shift in the wind and the efforts of the bucket brigade saved them. The loss is estimated at $10,000.
Wm. Wakefield after an illness of six months, died Tuesday night at 9 o’clock at the residence of his daughter, Mrs. John Copeland.
Mr. Wakefield was born at Stanton by Bridge, Derbyshire, England, August 17, 1834. He was united in marriage October 9, 1853 to Miss Sarah Wright, who, to use his won words, was a “Loving Mother and a faithful Wife.” She preceded him to that better land on August 8, 1882.
On April 7, 1867 he came to the United States, alone; soon after coming to Cleveland.
In the fall of 868 he returned to Birmingham, England and filled a position o trust in the Free Library until the spring of 1873 when he again came to this country and soon after sent for his wife and family to join him here.
Mr. Wakefield established his home in Cleveland and was one of the steady and representation citizens until he came to Vermilion to live amidst most of his children. Mr. Wakefield leaves four children, namely, Mrs. John Copeland of Vermilion, Mrs. H.M. Patterson of Atlanta, Ga., Mr. Fred Wakefield and Mrs. Ernest Wakefield of Vermilion; 21 grand children and 5 great-grandchildren.
Mr. Wakefield was a grand example of Christian character. To again quote his own words, he said; “I am very thankful to the Giver of all good for all His mercies to me and mine, my trust in the living God has been an unmeasureable blessing to me.
A short funeral service was held at the Christian church at eight o’clock after which the remains were accompanied to Lakeview Cemetery, Cleveland by the relatives and close friends. The pallbearers were his grandson, namely Arthur J. Copeland, Albert W. Wakefield, Wm. Matthews, Ralph Matthews and Hyatt Mathews.
[VV. Ed. Note: Mr. Wakefield was, of course, the father of Vermilion’s F.W. Wakefield. Many local folks know his great-great-grandchildren etc. This little obit clears up some confusion I had about the Copeland – Wakefield families. I knew they were related. I just didn’t know how. It also explains (to me) the connection between the Wakefield family and the Christian Church that was once located on Main street.]
Mrs. Caselton Roscoe of Milan, Ohio, 10a.m. Thursday June 27 age 71 yrs. Funeral services at 2 p.m. Saturday. Mrs. Roscoe is the mother of Pearl Roscoe editor of the NEWS. – Office closed Saturday.
[This was my great-grandmother – Helen Forster Roscoe. The basic reason for the short bio (aside from the fact that she was not a resident of Vermilion) was that she died on the day the paper was published. It was obviously a last minute addition. Her sickness (as I have previously indicated) was also the reason that local news was lacking during the early months of 1907.]
A meeting of the Vermilion Chamber of Commerce will be held in the Town Hall Saturday at 8 P.M. All members will please be present.
Miss Lucy Morgan spent last week with friends in Cleveland.
Henry Ries of Lorain is spending the week with his sister, Mrs. Ed Erbscorn.
[The Erbscorns lived on the west side of Exchange Street a few doors south of the Vermilion Fire Hall. I had a photo of them for several years before I knew how they fit into our Vermilion family. It helps (at least me) to know that the Mrs. was Hank Ries sister. The Ries family is very well known to many Vermilion natives.]
NOTICE: GET YOUR RUBBISH OUT READY ON JULY 1ST. AS THAT IS THE DATE THE WAGON COMES FOR IT. DON’T FORGET. – H. SCHMOLL, St. Com.
Mr. Joshua Phelps of Rugby gave our office a pleasant call and left us a sample of his strawberries. They certainly are the finest we have seen or tasted this season. One of the berries measured five and five-eighths in circumference and made a very find appearance on the table.
Thomas Harry Bottomley was pleasantly surprised by a call from his Lady friend of Cleveland, Wednesday afternoon. A dirty face caused him great embarrassment.
Mr. and Mrs. Pearl Roscoe were called to Milan Saturday by the serious illness of Mr. Roscoe’s mother.
[VV. Ed. Note: This should explain the brevity of this week’s “Briefs” section in “VV”. My great-grandmother’s illness most certainly affected the local news reporting.]
[VV. Ed. Note: This should explain the brevity of this week’s “Briefs” section in “VV”. My great-grandmother’s illness most certainly affected the local news reporting.]
REMEMBERING SOUTH STREET: That wonderful American humorist Mark Twain (1835-1910) once quipped "Get your facts first, and then you can distort them as much as you please." And so this brief narrative of my life experience with the South Street School follows:
I still dream of the school at night. I know the halls. The tan brick walls cool to the touch, dutifully decorated with untouchable red fire alarms and extinguishers; The shiny marblesque floors; The three bunyanesque stairwells. The ebb and flow of thunderous laughter and applause rolling from the gymnasium/auditorium echoing from boiler room to roof shaking the unshakable; The aroma of lunch being prepared in the cafeteria at the southern end of the building. The unintelligible banter of the lunch-ladies. The random clatter of their utensils as they work. Somewhere a cough. Somewhere a song. And then a bell followed by a pure and unbelievable silence.
South Street School is my school. I believe that if one spends enough time in one place she rule of squatter's rights applies, and one is entitled to ownership. South Street School is, therefore, my school. I spent seven years there. (I attended' Second Grade at the old Congregational Church whilst the new high school was being built.
I remember all my teachers and most of, but not all, my classmates. In fact, I knew virtually everyone in the school system. Those 7 years preceded the greater part of the migration of Ford workers from Massachusetts, New York, and Tennessee, so most faces were familiar.
Mr. James "Jim" Sanford was principal during those years. (And, yes, he was partially responsible for the housing development that would eventually become known ·as Valley View. Ergo; Sanford Street.) Mr. Sanford had the biggest Hands of any man on earth. I know because I had the misfortune of having one of them touch my backside at high velocity as payment in full for bringing a water pistol to school. He was actually a very kind person. I just got what I deserved. It was a hard lesson taught and learned.
My teachers from 1st to 8th grade were all great, but there are some who are very memorable. Miss Kropf, my 6th grade history teacher, was both a phenomenal teacher and person. She was a former Marine, and she ran a no-nonsense classroom. She personified the idiom: Walk softly and carry a big stick.
Mr. Harold "Harry" Welker was another unforgettable mentor. One reason for this is the fact that he was my teacher (in one capacity or another) from 7th grade through my senior year in high school. He was always well organized and knew his subject matter thoroughly. He also arranged for class swimming outings in the winter and, offered some of the boys temporary day jobs on his parents' farm in Coshocton, Ohio during the summer. He was serious about teaching.
Others were the Chadwick sisters; Annie the Librarian, and Mary the French teacher. Miss Mary taught me enough fundamental French to be useful in my later studies of English literature. And in Miss Annie's library I quietly read the biographies of many a notable American from the Presidents (some then yet to be), to the great inventors and entrepreneurs, to the notable labor leaders such as Walter Reuther and Jimmy Hoffa. I learned a great deal. Does anyone know that Richard Nixon, for instance, had initial aspirations of becoming an F.B.I. agent?
And it was from my life at South Street School that I also came face to face with human frailty and mortality. During a 1957-58 outbreak of the Asian Flu my best friend, Billy Baker, fell ill and lost his life at the age of 12/13. Then on the afternoon of the High School and Junior High Christmas, Dances class presidents of both the Senior and Jr. High School classes, John Bushong and Onyx Falls respectively, were killed at the State Street rail crossing in a traffic car-train mishap. They were transporting flowers for the dances.
Pictured is Mrs. Langfitt's "(Yes, the street name is taken from her family name) 4th Grade Class at South Street c. 1954-55. They are some of those who I shared my aforementioned dreams, memories, and tragedies at South Street School. Most are now gone to other places and climes. But there is little doubt in my mind that any will ever forget.
THE FIRE-LANDS: I found the following information re: the early inhabitants of our area to be extremely informative. Methinks you will also.
I am getting better at transcribing these passages so there are fewer mistakes. But I like to read as I go - and sometimes I fill in the blanks. So tread carefully
this trail through yesteryear.
The following series will take thee to the townships south of Vermilion. Methinks you'll find this history quite fascinating.
The township received its name in honor of Hon. Almon Ruggles, the surveyor of the Fire-lands, associate judge at one time of Huron county, and a member of both branches of the State legislature. He was also the first recorder of Huron county. Judge Ruggles, in 1815, was the owner of a considerable tract of land in section two of this township.
We quote substantially as follows from Mr. Samuel C. Sturtevant's excellent history of Ruggles, published in the June number (1864) of the Fire-lands Pioneer: “The central portions of the township are level, the eastern and southern slightly undulating, the western and northern considerably broken and uneven. It was originally a dense forest, of which the beech constituted the greater part, though the maple, elm, basswood, hickory, whitewood and ash were by no means wanting, while the higher lands abounded with the finest oaks, and along the streams grew the black walnut, the butternut and the sycamore."
In the central portions of the township the soil is clayey, while in other parts it is for the most part a gravelly loam, and well adapted to either grazing or the raising of grain. There are two stone quarries, one in the north part on Mr. Charles Curtiss’ farm; the other in the west part, on Wakeman Beach's farm. The township is free from marshes or wastelands, while it is excellently well drained by the Vermillion river and its tributaries. The main stream crosses the south line nearly two miles east of the southwest corner, and flows northwestwardly, leaving the township just south of tile northwest corner. Its principal tributary, Buck creek, comes from Troy, crosses the east line three-fourths of a mile south of the center road, and runs northwestwardly to the north part of the township, when it receives the waters of another creek, which drains the southeast corner, and then runs westerly to join the Vermillion. In the southern part, Whetstone creek runs west to the Vermillion. Another creek, west of the river, runs northeast till it joins the main stream.
In 1833, Mr. Daniel Beach and Bradford Sturtevant came to Ruggles with a view of purchasing lands, and in June of the year above named, bought of Messrs. Jesup and Wakeman, of Connecticut, six hundred and forty acres in the southwest corner of section three, Mr. Beach- taking the western and smaller part. Mr. Beach was the pioneer settler of this township. Born in Warren, Litchfield county, Connecticut, in 1785, at the age of twenty he made the journey to Ohio on foot, remaining at Canfield, Mahoning county, for one year. He then returned to Connecticut, and on the first day of January, 1810, he was united to Miss Lorinda Sacket. He exchanged his Connecticut farm of forty acres, which his father had given him, for two hundred lying near Talmadge, then Portage, but now Summit county, Ohio, whither he removed in 1811. In July 28, 1823, he left Talmadge, with his wife and five children, and equipped with two yokes of oxen, set out for Ruggles, arriving at his place of purchase on Saturday, August 2nd. Mr. Beach was accompanied by Eleazar Sackett and Ezra Smith. The five children's names were Cyrus S., Reuben K., Cordelia M., Harriet Z., and Daniel B. Upon their arrival Cyrus and Reuben found fire at a deserted Indian camp, with which their first meal was cooked. After regaling themselves with supper the men of the party began the erection of a rude cabin, ten by fifteen square. It was built of poles, and was finished that night, but was without a roof. This building was but a temporary structure. In a few days they built a log house, but when complete discovered that it stood in the middle of the road. They took it down, but having no time to rebuild Commenced clearing and preparing for a crop. They soon had five acres sown to wheat, and thereupon they rebuilt their house, having lived in the log cabin for six weeks. The succeeding winter Mr. Beach employed hands enough to enable him to chop one hundred acres, which he cleared the next summer. In the fall he set out a large number of apple trees. Mr. Beach was a prosperous farmer, and in his old age gave his home of three hundred acres to his sons, Wakeman and William, with the stipulation that they should pay all his debts, which they were soon able to do. Mr. Beach's wife died November 10, 1856, and in May, 1858, he married Mrs. Frances Peck, with whom he lived un till his death, May 21, 1862. This pioneer settler of Ruggles accomplished much towards the rapid settling up of his township, and his memory is gratefully cherished by the people of Ruggles.
Of his children, Cyrus S. married Norah Gates, and their children were: Cynthia, Marion, Norah C., and Wakeman.
THE BEEKEEPERS: I know very little about this pic taken by my grandfather in the 20s or 30s. But it seem that I did hear something about it (in passing) over the years.
If I remember right – someone came across a very large tree south of town (perhaps near Mill Hollow) and it was filled with bees – ergo, also a good deal of honey. Though it’s a little hard to see clearly these men are handling millions of bees from the inside of the tree that had been felled.
This photograph was acquired from a glass negative and enhanced some with Adobe Photoshop CS6 software using a Topaz Adjustment filter (Vivacious). This is one pic that I wish had been in color. It would’ve been easier to see the millions of bees (and gasp).
But my, what a great photograph!
"Hello, hello?" shrilled a spinsterish voice over the phone. "Is this the SPCA?"
"I want you to send somebody over right away."
"There's a horrid magazine salesman sitting in a tree teasing my dog."
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'".
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, "Grandmas’ 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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