02/26/11 VIEWS DESKTOP - "THE OLD SHOP SIGHED..."
FROM THE DESKTOP: First. I hope y’all have a pleasant Easter weekend. I say that because the weather in the Vermilion area has been chilly, rainy, or both for weeks. I know that other parts of the U.S. have had it worse so I shouldn’t complain. But, come-on already. I agree with that pirate in the funny papers who’s always threatening Mother Nature. It’s time for winter to end. Next is a story of pure coincidence. While visiting with my brother Al this week he was showing me an old photograph of Vermilion harbor when the Port of Vermilion was exporting sandstone quarried in the Berlin Heights and Brownhelm areas south east and west of town. The pic showed the docks lined with big blocks of stone with large derricks for setting the blocks on ships. It was a mid 19th century photograph. Something I’d never seen before. A few days later I received and inquiry from a fellow named Jerry Simmons (a librarian) of Maryland asking about a relative of his named Orange A. Leonard. I’d never heard of him. But Orange was, at one time, a rather prominent grocer / quarry operator / sailor in Vermillion area. He was born in Warren, Herkimer County, N.Y., Oct. 1810, and in 1821 he and his parents moved to Vermilion where he lived until his death on January 3, 1877. During his lifetime he was “extensively engaged in shipbuilding, mercantile business and quarrying” [i.e. Orange A. Leonard & Company]. His grocer businesses were in Florence and Birmingham areas. The stone was shipped by rail to Vermilion - then to the docks. I’d be interested in knowing how they moved the stone from the rail cars to the docks. The docks look have been located from the area where the Vermilion Boat Club is currently located - all the way to where Parsons boat yard is today. It was a large operation. In any case, it was very coincidental and informative. I’m also infatuated with the name “Orange”. Where did that name come from? Was it a family name? Was he named after the fruit? Or the color. Whatever the case - have a wonderful week.
Historically,
"...the boys - Ferd, Andy, and Dean got it. They contracted “Aviation fever”."
THE FLIERS: [Ed. Note: After this appeared in the newspaper I received a note from Dean's former wife, Lois Croxford. She said she was amazed that stories about the Ortner boys still persisted some forty years after they were gone. Well that's no surprise to me - nor to many who knew them. She also told me that Dean rode a bicycle to Sandusky on a regular basis when he was young to learn how to fly. I don't believe the Ortner boys will ever be forgotten.]
There are, undoubtedly, some people about Vermilion and elsewhere who remember Dean Ortner (pictured) - as well as the rest of his family. Dean, his three brothers, Ferdinand, Wells, Andrew, and their sister, June, grew up on the family farm on Denman Road just a few miles south of Birmingham, Ohio. Denman runs east from the Savannah-Vermilion road (State Route #60) past Butler Road where it then turns south, then east again, ending at Green road in Wakeman township. The Ortners’ - father, Andrew Sr., and mother, Cora - were well known area fruit farmers. Andy was born in about 1925. Dean was the youngest child; born in 1928. It’s very likely that all the Ortner children had a real good time playing games amongst the branches of the family orchards, and in the fields that surrounded the farm. But there is probably no one who knows when they caught it. Perhaps it struck when they saw or heard their first aeroplane overhead in a cloud-capped summer sky. Or maybe it happened during a family outing to the state, or a county, fair. The only thing that is certain is that it happened. Three of the boys - Ferd, Andy, and Dean got it. They contracted “Aviation fever”. By the mid 1940’s the fever had become so intense in the lives of the boys that their father allowed them to build a dirt landing strip on the family farm (near Route #60) where the eldest, Ferd, practiced his flying skills. It didn’t take brothers Andy and Dean too long to follow his lead. And in no time [relatively speaking that is] the boys founded a company they called the Ortner Air Service Inc. In time Ferd left to start an electrical supply business. And though brother Dean left to join another firm to pilot a private business jet he continued to fly out of the airport as a stunt pilot for numerous air shows. Andy remained to cultivate the fledgling air service by the hauling of freight for local companies to destinations in Cleveland, Detroit, Houston, and Miami. Times were good. By 1973 Dean had 21,000 flying hours under his belt and was licensed to fly transport, instrument and multiengine aircraft. He was, as they say, at the top of his game. But on the afternoon of June 17th as Dean was in the middle of a double barrel roll in his SNJ-5 stunt plane at the Shelby, Ohio Aviation Club Air Show he apparently tried a different maneuver and didn’t make it. It was the sixth year that he had performed at the show. There was nothing wrong with the plane. He just flew too low, was unable to recover, and was killed. Three years later, on September 1, 1976, brother Andy and another man, George Davidson of Wellington were nearing Memphis, Tennessee to collect parts for the Ford Motor Company flying a twin-engine Beechcraft when it exploded in mid-air, crashed, and burned. Their were no survivors. I was fortunate enough to have known - at least in passing - both Andy and Dean. I met them when my late brother-in-law Jerry (Howard) Emery flew his plane out of their airport during the late 1950’s. They were exciting people to be around. It seemed as If they wanted to fly somewhere - like Cleveland or Detroit- for lunch or dinner they just jumped into one of their planes and took-off. Those were pre-interstate highway days when just going to Cleveland from, say, Vermilion by car was nigh on to a major expedition. I was also lucky enough to have attended at least one air show at Ortner's airport and was truly impressed. Dean was a stunt pilot like no other. It was the thrill of thrills for a thirteen year old boy. In the end I can only say that both the Ortner brothers left their lives doing what (at least it always seemed to me) they loved to do. They died in a yesteryear with - as my cowboy friend, JImmy Fischer, would say - with their boots on. And to be sure, if they didn’t pass their fever on to all they touched they certainly left them something to dream on.
Ref: The Chronicle Telegram 9/02/76; the Mansfield News-Journal 6/18/73; U.S. Census statistics 1920, 1930; Special Thanks to Ginny and David Wilkes and Bill Ream in New Port Richey, Fla.; Published in the Vermilion Photojournal 3/24/11; Written 3/20/11 @ 12:53 PM.
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...
April 9, 1903. - Volume 6 - Number 45
Captains Bailey and Moody have gone to Duluth to fit out their boats for the coming season. Young cow and calf for sale cheap. Enquire of John Moes and Son. Immediately after John W. Krapp received a divorce at the hands of the common pleas, Tuesday he applied to Judge Curran for a marriage license. This was granted, but not placed upon the record in the proper place, and inquiry concerning it was fruitless.
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Water-Works?
Word has been received from Sandusky that the ballots sent to the election board for decision as to whether they should be counted or not, will be examined at a meeting to be held next Monday. It is reported that those cast having no mark what ever do not count either way and has no effect what ever upon the majority. All are awaiting the decision of the board anxiously.
Married - Mr. Charles Lange of Vermilion to Miss Rosa Baatz of Birmingham at the M.E. Parsonage on Thursday evening March 26 by Rev. A.G. Rupert.
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Death has again visited our little community and taken from us one of our young men. Sunday evening March fifteenth Charles Lembrecht was taken severely sick with appendicitis. He slowly improved until the following Friday, when he became worse. Last week he was taken to the St. Clair Hospital, but on Thursday afternoon, April second, death relieved him of his suffering. He was born at Rogersville, Ohio, in december 1873, where he spent his life until two years ago when he came to Axtel. In this time he has made many friends and will be sadly missed by all. He was taken to his home in Rogersville where the funeral services were held at ten o’clock on Monday morning. He leaves a father, mother, three sisters and many friends to mourn him, who, in his young manhood was called from this world of suffering to the beyond where “We’ll never say Goodbye.”
The creditors of the Lake Shore Electric were much pleased the past week to receive remittances from the officials of that road as the receiver has been discharged. It is reported that we will soon have half hourly services through Vermilion one car going through to Toledo the other to Sandusky. A large number of new conductors and motormen are being trained for the extra service. A raise of wages is also reported.
Lewis Trinter is occupying trh Gilchrist house on Grand St. Miss Maude Fischer who is an Oberlin student is spending her vacation at home. A divorce has been granted John W. Krapp from Catherine Krapp on the ground of wilful absence. Next Tuesday April 14 the cas of Geo. Fischer vs. the Village of Vermilion will be heard.
Hmmmmmm....
" The mid-August weekend had been a busy one for all the resorts along the southern coast of Lake Erie."
JUST A COINCIDENCE: I suppose it was just a coincidence. I was searching through some old newspaper archives for train wrecks that occurred in and around good ol’ Vermilion, O. in a yesteryear when my wife, Georgi, told me that Patty Kishman, from the local library, had sent her an e-mail inquiry about a train wreck near town that took place on August 13, 1905. I’m assuming that a small part of what captured Patty’s interest was the fact that it took place on the Nickel Plate Ry. at what many of the newspaper reports referred to as “Kishman”, Ohio. Whether or not the place referred to as “Kishman and/or Kishman’s” was ever a formally incorporated municipality in Ohio is anyones guess. But the place known by railroaders as “Kishman’s siding” denotes a place - a siding - along the Nickel Plate rails several miles east of the Village of Vermilion where rail cars could be stored beside the mainline (rails) until needed. The siding was also used as a place where one train could enter to allow another train to pass on the mainline. And that is what was supposed to happen in the early morning hours of August 13, 1905 - but it didn’t. What did happen was, perhaps, one of the worst disasters in the history of the Nickel Plate line. The mid-August weekend had been a busy one for all the resorts along the southern coast of Lake Erie. The Sandusky Star-Register estimated that 14,000 people had been transported to their city on 14 trains from all the big cities in Ohio plus a few from Indiana. The electric lines had all they could handle. Cedar Point and Johnson’s Island were teeming with folks on midsummer holiday. The weather was perfect. Who could ask for more? And so it was that toward the end this flawless weekend that a west bound freight train (No. 37) left Cleveland and steamed through Lorain toward Vermilion. It was sometime after midnight when the crew on the freight neared Kishman’s siding. Their orders were to move their train into the siding to let an eastbound passenger train pass. When they arrived at the siding they found several fully loaded freight cars stationed on the tracks. Apparently they thought it would be impossible for them to fully clear the mainline by going forward into the siding, so they decided to back into it - forcing the loaded cars back down the steeply graded siding. This would also have made it easier for them to resume their journey once the passenger train had passed. At precisely 1 AM a Lake Shore Electric car, piloted by motorman B.D. Marsac, was headed toward Vermilion and was passing the Baumhart farm (PJ 7-22-10) near Lake Road when he heard a terrible crash. Westbound freight No. 37 did not make it into the siding and was sitting dead on the rails when the eastbound passenger train going 50 MPH collided with it head-on. The LSE motorman didn’t even stop. He continued at full speed into Vermilion, and returned as quickly as possible with all the medical help he could find. The impact of the collision drove the passenger locomotive half way through the freight locomotive. The smoker on the passenger - filled with Italian laborers - was smashed into kindling. Twelve people, including the passenger Engineer, C.W. Poole of Conneaut, were killed, and over 30 were injured. The Italians had been working for a large construction firm Kronebery & Co. of Buffalo. Having finished their seasonal work in Chicago they were headed to their homes in the East. The workers were identified by the numbered “K & Co.” brass tags in their possession. Initially, (as the newspaper headline accompanying this essay illustrates) the crew on the freight was blamed for the accident. But early the following September Lorain County Coroner French concluded that both Nickel Plate crews were negligent. While the freight crew most certainly demonstrated poor judgement in their backing - rather than moving forward - into the siding, the engineer on passenger train No. 4, French concluded, was not wholly without blame. This was because the collision occurred on straight track and the freight displayed a head light which was apparently ignored by Engineer Poole. This official ruling was in spite of the fact that Poole, one of the oldest in service on the Nickel Plate, stayed aboard his locomotive long enough to put on the air brakes and reverse his engine. For whatever reason the heroics which cost him his life were either completely dismissed or ignored. To be sure it may have been a coincidence that Vermilionite Patty Kishman should ask about this place, and this accident, as I was beginning research on the subject. Perhaps...
Ref: The Elyria Reporter; 8-14-1905; 9-06-1905; The Sandusky Star-Journal 8-14-1905; Anaconda Standard - Montana 8-14-1905; The New York Times, 8-14-1905; Olympia Daily Record, Olympia, WA., 8-14-1905; Special Thanks to Patty Kishman; Published in the Vermilion Photojournal 9/10/10; Written 9/06/10 @ 10:29 AM.
IGOR SIKORSKY
While only 19 years old, another imaginative young person designed and built his first helicopter. In the summer of 1909, it very nearly flew. Years later, Igor Sikorsky perfected his design and saw his early dreams change aviation history. Sikorsky was inducted into the National Inventors Hall of Fame in 1987.
THE KOUNTRY KITCHEN: That which follows is the last part of a three part history of a Vermilion restaurant called the Kountry Kitchen which was part of the local business environment for only a few years - from about 1960 to 1966. The significance of this piece - however negligible it may seem historically - lies primarily in the fact that the social landscape in our community is forever changing - evolving. And in time, no matter what the impact these businesses and persons involved in them have had in our community they are forgotten. Sometimes that’s a good thing. But sometimes it’s not.
PART 3 - ALL WORK AND NO PLAY...;By and large restaurant work is hard work; but it certainly doesn’t have to be dull. Accordingly, life about the Kountry Kitchen was hardly tenebrific. Prior to and during the 1960’s Lake Road was the main east-west motor route (Routes #6 & #2) along the southern coast of Lake Erie. Consequently, businesses along the road benefited substantially from that fact. The big franchise eateries like McDonalds and Burger King were still in their infancy so blue collar restaurants such as the Kountry Kitchen were ideal stops for truckers and sundry other travellers along the coastal highway. Joe “the truck driver” was one of those people. Joe (and that was his name) drove for the Standard Oil Company hauling parts from Cleveland to Toledo and back five nights a week. Normally he reached Vermilion at closing time (11 PM) each evening. But because he proved to be so reliable and, more importantly, so likeable a person, restaurant owner Dick Johnson always kept the grill on, and a steak ready for Joe. Readers, however, should be reminded that - among other things - the hard working Mr. Johnson, who enjoyed a bottle of cold beer, and a good cigar, also enjoyed “an even measure of practical joking”. This was a facet of Dick’s character with which Joe soon became familiar. Somewhere amidst the junk that the former owners of the restaurant had left behind was an old crank telephone generator / magneto. It was a curious gadget that could produce AC electricity by passing a wound coil past positive and negative charged fields. It could produce maybe 6 to 110 volts. In any case, Dick attached a long wire from the magneto to the metal stool at the lunch counter where Joe habitually sat every night. The rest, as some say, is history. Old Joe launched himself off that stool like a rocket when Dick, who had hidden behind the door to the dishwasher room, cranked that magneto. Lest anyone think that this was a malicious prank be advised that it, however shocking, was met with naught but the best of humor by Joe. (It’s always that way with good friends.) And there were many who frequented the restaurant. Local resident Al Crozier was both a worker and a patron of the place. His quick wit, sense of humor, and abilities as a thespian were sincerely appreciated by everyone who knew him during those years. But there were a few who, for whatever reason, never even noticed. One night at closing time Al made a turban with a kitchen towel, grabbed, a huge knife that Dick Johnson used for cutting meat, and proceeded to run about the dining room of the restaurant like a madman. As he came from the back of the place toward the front door with the knife between his teeth a man walked in the front door. The man wanted a cup of coffee. Although the place was closed Al gave him a cup to carryout; he paid for it and left. Remarkably, the guy never even raised an eyebrow. Al’s sense of humor, on the other hand, was hardly a match for that of his employer. Al was habitually inclined to inquire of Johnson - as he made his delicious pies in the “prep” kitchen of the restaurant - if he had made any mustard custard pies like his grandmother used to make. And the answer was always, as a matter of course, supposed to be “no”. And so it was. At least it was until the day came when such a pastry was made and waiting for him. Johnson challenged him to eat the entire pie. And though it took him at least one week eat it he did - piece by miserable piece - as a highly amused Johnson watched. . Today it all seems like a dream. I was away - in a place called Viet-Nam - when the restaurant closed and Dick Johnson left Vermilion. Today a pretty place called the Old Prague restaurant occupies the building. I don’t really know what happened. And maybe it doesn’t matter. Because the memories of that yesteryear still linger there. And sometimes when I pass the place late at night I can picture old Joe leaping off his stool at the lunch counter; and my pal Al seated along side him eating a big slab of a mustard custard pie (like his grandmother used to make). And the restauranteur, Dick Johnson, stands over them (cigar in mouth) - smiling.
Ref: Published in the Vermilion Photojournal 4/08/10; Written 4/04/10 @ 4:55 PM.
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.
NEW HAVEN.
ORGANIZATION OF THE TOWNSHIP.
The first election in New Haven township was held on the 17th of August, 1815. . John Barney was chairman: Josiah Curtiss and Stephen D. Palmer, judges; Daniel Powers and James McIntyre,Jr,, clerks. . Following are the names of the officers at that time elected: Samuel B. Carpenter. clerk: Robert Inscho, John Barney, Martin M. Kellogg, trustees; James Mclntyre, Chisim May, overseers of the poor; Samuel Knapp, Reuben Skinner, fence viewers: Stephen 1). Palmer, Henry Barney, supervisors: Calvin Hutchinson. Samuel Knapp, appraisers; Calvin Hutchinson, constable: Caleb Palmer, treasurer. The officers in service in 1879 - are as follows: B. T. Dimm, clerk; Theodore Mills, treasurer: Abner Snyder, assessor; James Fitch, A. J. Seydel, Alexander Clark, constables; Phillip Upp, E. Skinner, George Strimple, trustees: A, Snyder, George Nichols, Jacob Culp, justices of the peace; Jesse Snyder, F. M. Chapman, E. S. Case, Charles Gannng, S. S. Snyder, George Nichols, Cyrus King. James Hatch, members of school board.
SOCIAL AMUSEMENTS.
New Haven having, in early times, a larger population than any of her sister townships, it followed naturally that the people led a more jolly, social life than in most other communities. Almost every Saturday afternoon was given up to amusement, and nearly the whole population was there gathered upon the square to indulge in various games, such as ball, pitching quoits, wrestling, running, jumping, etc. Many a royal frolic was had at the taverns, and many a jovial crowd assembled to engage in some hilarious but harmless merry-making. Wild pranks were played by the young men upon each other, and often the fun was earned into the solemn ranks of their elders. Liquor was used more or less freely on all oc-...
Excerpts from: The Fire Lands, Comprising Huron and Erie Counties, Ohio; W.W. Williams - 1879 - Press of Leader Printing Company, Cleveland, Ohio
THE GILCHRIST HOUSE Captain J.C. Gilchrist's Second House. It was Built on the the site of his first home on the north side of Huron Street almost directly across the street from Captain Bradley's first home. The first house now sits on the northwest corner of Washington and Huron streets - just a few doors west.
Once known as the Lakeside Inn it is now a Bed & Breakfast owned and operated by Dan and Laura Roth.It was built in 1885 in the Italianate Style.
The Roth's have added a garage and some more bedroom space to the home over the years. But it's certainly one of the most beautiful older homes in Vermilion.
REV. GOODELL:PART TWO: Again, If you’re interested in Vermilion history specifically, or American history in general, you might be interested in knowing some about a man whose shadow once fell across the landscape of Vermilion, O. in a yesteryear. His name was Jotham Weeks Goodell (VPJ 4/08/09). In 1837, following their hasty departure from Canada in a rowboat Rev. Goodell and family settled in Erie County, Ohio. Here he served as the second minister of the First Congregational Church in Florence Township. It is important - as an aside - to apprehend that although both the Florence and the Vermilion churches are now commonly known as “Congregational” churches - both were initially organized as Presbyterian churches. Rev. Goodell was, in fact, a Presbyterian minister. Historically, the Congregational church in the United States is very closely associated with that of American Presbyterianism. This was especially in New England where Congregationalist influence spilled over into Presbyterian churches as they moved west. The “west”, of course, refers to territories in Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois. It is also interesting to note that some of the first colleges and universities in America, including Harvard, Yale, Dartmouth, Williams, Bowdoin, Middlebury, and Amherst, all were founded by the Congregationalists; as were later Carleton, Grinnell, Oberlin, Beloit, and Pomona. But perhaps more to the point of the matter was their core belief; an insistence on the autonomy / independence of local bodies. Consequently, it should surprise few persons to learn that these early ministers and their “flocks” were active in many reform movements; including those promoting the abolition of slavery, and women's suffrage. And these are things that lead us back to the subject of this essay - Rev. Goodell. In 1843 Goodell found himself serving as pastor of a Congregational church in Medina County, Ohio. While there he wrote and published a forty-seven page pamphlet highly critical of an early gospel movement known as Campbellism. Without actually reviewing the text of the treatise it’s probably safe to assume that it would not have endeared him to everyone he met. But, again, Jotham Goodell was a person of principle which, like it or not, is an aspect of character sometimes accompanied by the prospect of potential assassination of either character, body - or both. As the saying goes; If you want to dance you’ve got to pay the band. In December of that same year Jotham was elected and installed as the 9th pastor of Vermilion’s newly constructed Presbyterian church in the town square. In 1850 he and his wife, Anna, gathered seven of their ten living children together and moved west. His departure, as depicted by the The Ohio Observer (Hudson Ohio) dated June 26, 1850, was deemed by the Elyria Presbytery to be nothing short of scandalous. No precise details were given that might shed more light on this matter other than to say their claims were related to his alleged “pecuniary transactions with different individuals, and the presbytery”. While church elders suggested in their report that Rev. Goodell’s departure was abrupt - and no one knew where he went (i.e. “Brother Goodell has left this region and gone to parts unknown”) - there are several good reasons this might have been highly unlikely. Among them were the family members who remained in Vermilion. That he maintained contact with them throughout, and well after, his journey westward was hardly a secret. Moreover; a short time before he left he requested, and was granted, a certificate of good standing as a minister of the gospel and a member of the Elyria Presbytery. Additionally he was given a recommendation as such, for the “churches and people where Providence might cast his lot in the future”. So although it is clear that Rev. Goodell’s character was under siege at the time of his departure - the specific reason / reasons for the attacks are not. Some historians currently speculate that the attacks were related to his antislavery activities and beliefs. That which is abundantly clear, however, is that his inability to hold his tongue married to his demonstrative ability to articulate his beliefs were not always qualities deeply appreciated by his peers nor parishioners. If this sounds strikingly familiar to the one which preceded his departure from Canada in 1837 it’s probably more than coincidence. And if one follows his journey westward - where he was forced to winter in Utah before moving on into the Oregon Territory - one will again find him in some proverbial “hot water”. This is because his principles and the principles, as well as the princi - pals, of what was then the Mormon “State of Deseret” were a bit less than copesetic. In his 1852 collection of letters published in The Oregonian newspaper in Portland about his winter spent in what some then referred to as the “Mormon Kingdom”, one word pertaining to the departure of his party from Utah stands out. That word is “escape”. At the end of May in 1851 Capt. Goodell’s party arrived safely at Dalles (i.e. the end of the Oregon Trail) in the Oregon territory. First settling in the Willamette Valley of Polk County Goodell who had lost all his money and livestock to Mormon taxes worked for nearly a year to recover his finances. In 1853, when Washington became a territory, he moved his family to Thurston County and built a large house on a 640 acre plot of land east of Grand Mound. He called the place the Washington Hotel. There he delivered the first Independence Day speech in that territory. Six years later the articulate preacher, writer, scholar, pioneer, man of sincere principle - suffered a stroke and died. He was fifty years old. One of his contemporaries, David Henry Thoreau, wrote that “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” But such could not be said of the Rev. Jotham Weeks Goodell. His life was neither quiet nor desperate. One hundred and fifty-two years after his shadow was last cast across the landscape of our nation his words, and the principles which guided his life remain.
Ref: A Winter With the Mormons, Jotham Goodell, edited by David L. Bigler, 2001; Published in the Vermilion Photojournal 4/07/11; Written 4/03/11 @ 12:43 PM.
SECRET SERVICE
A friend was in front of me coming out of church one day, and the preacher was standing at the door as he always is to shake hands. He grabbed my friend by the hand and pulled him aside. The Pastor said, "You need to join the Army of the Lord!" My friend said, "I'm already in the Army of the Lord, Pastor." Pastor questioned, "How come I don't see you except at Christmas and Easter?" He whispered back, "I'm in the secret service!"
PODCAST #226:This week the Vermilion Views Podcast #226 takes a break from Bill Summers talk for a bit of spring fun and offers you a ride on the space shuttle.
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.
Also, please note that all the video (MP4 and MOV) podcasts (when used) are done in the "Quicktime MP4 / MOV" formats. If you don't have a "Quicktime" it's easy to find and free to download.
NOTE NOTE:Past podcasts are not available in the on-line archive. They just take up too much disk space. But if one really, really, really wants to acquire a copy of a past cast it can be had by contacting me and I will place it on a disc and send it to ye for a minimal fee.
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