LIBERTY
SHOPTALK: First – I hope y’all have a wonderful and safe holiday weekend. This past week’s been a little hectic for me. I had been asked to give two different presentations on two different subjects – one of Tuesday and one on Wednesday. Though I knew about both ahead of time, being the greatest of procrastinators, I waited until the last minute to prepare. That’s not a smart thing to do.
But they’re done. And that’s that.
MOVING ALONG NICELY: Thanks to the efforts of my friend (and fellow museum board member) George Spreng all the paneling and drop ceilings in two of the apartment rooms atop the museum were removed.
Then – our contractor’s men tore the enclosed back porch of the building. (Pictured below.) The contractor was having a difficult time finding an electrician to handle the electrical part of the renovating. (It’s a busy time of year.) But these things will get done and we hope that by the end of the summer the apartment part of the museum will be about ready for visitors.
Half-way there…
Gone. As I watched the dumpster move down the street and across the railroad tracks with the old porch I wished I brought my camera.
NEWSPAPER STORY: I’d all but given up trying to acquire some further publicity for the museum project. I’d spoken with a reporter from the Elyria paper on-line, and on the phone. I thought it would be more productive if she visited the museum. (Don’t ask me why.)
Finally she took the tour and seemed to be impressed. I told all the local media in a press release that the Print Shop museum is the “biggest little museum in Ohio.” (Most apparently seem to think that I’m just exaggerating.)
Anyway she visited; took a lot of notes. I gave her the verbal tour, and gave her a copy of the booklet my big sister Nancy Alice Emery wrote, a museum brochure, and a Lester Pelton brochure.
Yesterday a photographer from the paper appeared and took a healthy number of photographs. He too, appeared to be duly impressed. But whether we’ll ever get much or any good press is anyone’s guess.
If – in the future – newspapers go under it’ll be because reporters quit writing stories that folks look forward to reading. It’s got nothing to do with the Internet.
SHEESH!!
FIVE-OH-ONE-CEE-THREE: It’s now official. The museum is officially a 501(c)(3) organization. Consequently, all donations to the museum are tax deductible. This is retroactive to November of 2011. (Thank heaven. Now I can fret about something else for months on end.)
VISITING HOURS: We are located at 727 Grand Street in Vermilion across the street from Vermilion's historic E&R Church. The museum is open Mondays, Wednesdays, and Sundays from 1 to 4 PM. On Saturday the museum it is open from 11 AM to 2 PM. A small admission donation of $3 (for adults) is requested. Children under the age of 11 will be admitted for free. Phone For Special Tours: 440-967-4555
We are not open on major holidays.
POST OFFICE BOX: Please note that the MUSEUM has a post office box now. Now we won’t have to use our home address, nor the one at the shop for mail.
MEMBERSHIPS: Memberships to the VERMILION NEWS PRINT SHOP MUSEUM are now available. Funds generated will go toward the aforementioned renovations and maintenance of the shop.
If you would like to become a member the VNPSM you can send a check or money order to:
Vermilion Print Shop Museum P.O. Box 792 Vermilion, Ohio 44089
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Historically,
MAIN STREET SWIMMERS
MRS. HARMON’S MAIN ST. SWIM CLASS: I acquired this pic from late Vermilionite Jimmy Fischer and his spouse Candy quite awhile back. I don’t recall if I used it in “VV” before – but I should have.
I’ve not precise date for it. But it was probably during the summer of 1953 (or thereabouts). Pictured are:
TOP ROW – L-R: Mrs. Harmon, Janet Lindsay, Barbara Ruggles, unknown, unknown, Betty Marks, Dave Dickerhoff, unknown.
SECOND ROW – L-R: unknown, Judy Shaw, Karen Hollosy, unknown, Gail Darby, Donnie Fischer, Jimmy Fischer, Russ Dickerhoff.
In the background is the ever smiling face of Freddie Smith. And the kids in the lake behind Fred are playing on the Table Rock that every youngster in town knew and loved.
I have been told that Mrs. Harmon lived in Lorain and rode a motorcycle. But I known not the veracity of that claim.
H.H. PATTON: The photograph accompanying Yesteryear this week puzzled me for years. It’s a very compelling portrait of the years pre-dating electricity – not to mention refrigeration – in the town of Vermilion, O. By the time I was wearing “long-pants” most families in town had an electric refrigerator. But most folks still called them an “ice box”. The name refers to the days when folks purchased blocks of ice from dealers like H.H. Patton and placed them in a fair-sized insulated wooden box type thing (i.e. an “ice box’) where they kept their perishable foods.
The reason I puzzled over this photo is because I was not familiar with the name H.H. Patton. Last September (VPJ 09/06/12) I wrote an article about another ice dealer, J.N. Englebry, and a picture similar to this accompanied it. I was familiar with Mr. Englebry so it didn’t pose much of a discovery problem. But both the name and the location of the Patton photo initially escaped me. So I just set it aside, thinking that because my grandfather (the photographer) was from Milan, Ohio it must be an old Milan photograph.
Then, several months ago as I was reading through file copies of The Vermilion News (1904-05), I came across the name of H.H. Patton a Vermilion iceman. It was yet another “Aha!” moment for me. Now the photo came into focus. And returning to it after several years I was even able to understand where and about when these shadows had been frozen in time.
The photo was taken on Grand Street south of the railroad tracks, and north of Ohio Street around 1903. The houses in the background still exist. But the building that would eventually be built and become the home of The Vermilion News print shop is yet to be constructed. The public stables (now gone) behind the old Congregational church and the Vermilion Township Hall, as well as some of the buildings across the tracks to the north, are also quite evident in the background.
Harry was born in Pennsylvania in 1877 to Frank and Mattie Patton. His father was a factory worker. He was the oldest of five children – two boys and three girls. Exactly when or why he came to Vermilion is not yet known (to this writer). But it is obvious that sometime in the latter years of the 19th century he was living here on Huron Street with his wife Gertrude and son Wayne. Until I stumbled across mention of Harry H. Patton in the news files I was totally unaware of who exactly had the local ice-sales franchise before Englebry. Mr. Englebry purchased the ice business from Mr. Patton around 1910, and Patton became a “fish dealer” – which, given his obvious knowledge of and connections made in the ice business, makes a bit of sense. It is also understated.
Harry managed Vermilion’s Southwest Fish Company for Lake Erie Legend Captain “Big Ed” Lampe. Knowledge of that fact presented me with yet another “Aha!” moment in Vermilion history. I’d seen the name Patton in pictures of the Southwest fishery for years and never put two-and-two together until just now. Who’d have thought that one would, or could, go from peddling ice to managing an entire fishery in such a short time?
Eventually Harry settled in Oberlin, Ohio with his wife Gertrude. Their son Wayne moved to West Palm Beach, Florida. Harry died of apoplexy (i.e. a stroke) at his home at 298 E. Professor Street on January 17, 1929. He was 53. A brief service was held at his house the following Monday, and he was then transported “home to Vermilion” where a Masonic funeral was conducted at the Congregational church. I know it’s a tired old phrase, but I’m going to use it anyway: Gone but not forgotten. Harry is certainly one of those people – and should be.
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...
Vol. VIII,NO.52– June 8, 1905.
An amended petition was filed in the court of common pleas by John Ray as attorney for Henry Fisher against the Lake Shore Electric Railway company. The plaintiff says that the cause is presented on appeal from the docket of E.G. Rhoads, justice of the peace in and for Berlin township. The plaintiff says that he owned a farm in Berlin township at and prior to the time the Sandusky and Interurban electric railway (now the Lake Shore) constructed the road. He says that the company entered into a contract with him and others for the purchase of certain lands in Berlin township. He ways that a fence and gate were to have been erected by the defendant company along the south side of the tract and that the completion of the gate was omitted, allowing free ingress and egress to and from said tract. He says further that on or about Oct 22, 1904, a hog belonging to the plaintiff and valued at $25, was killed and that due notice was given he defendant company before bringing sit. The plaintiff asks judgement against the defendant company in the sum of $25.
The regular meeting of the Village council Monday night might well be called a night of petitions All the members were present except A.H. Nieding, and after the regular opening “exercises” the petitions were presented.
The first was signed by citizens of the east end of town asking to have the dripping of garbage at the end of South street cease The petition was considered and an ordinance passed repealing the ordinance regulating the dumping garbage on east end of South street and discontinuing the use of the dumping ground.
Upon motion the street commissioner was instructed to post a sign notifying the pubic that a fine of $5.00 was the penalty for dumping rubbish at that spot. The fence was ordered removed and the place put in as presentable a shape as possible.
Rev. J.G. Ziegler of the Linwood Park Co. was present at the meeting and asked on behalf of the company that the town place lights east to the park and from the park to the electric station at the park and furnish hose for fire protection.
Upon motion, the lighting was left to the street lighting committee with power to purchase lamps and supplies for that purpose.
A motion was made and carried that suit be brought against the Electric Railway company for recover payment for work on street and for lighting same by village.
The matter of employing a lawyer was left to the Mayor.
A petition from citizens was then read requesting the opening of the culvert on South St. and to prohibit people throwing [sic] slops, etc. into the South street sewer.
Prohibiting the dumping of rubbish on Toledo street was also asked and the commissioner was instructed to put a sign up similar to the one ordered for South street.
A petition was presented asking that Exchange street, between Ohio and Liberty streets, be cleared of obstructions.
This petition was laid on the table pending investigation by the council as to what the obstructions are.
A reading of the amounts of money in the various funds showed them to be in a very depleted condition consequently the Clerk was instructed to borrow money to hep defray expenses until the levy came in.
The Clerk was instructed to pay $400 and interest on sanitary note.
After the ordering payment of bills council adjourned.
My sawmill is again ready for business and we are prepared to care for all custom orders. Thanking my patrons for past favors I am – Very respectfully – John Knott.
There are 191 saloons in Lorain county Of this number Lorain has 139.
The L.S. & M. S. ry. will endeavor to meet the new schedule of the Pennsylvania lines by cutting the time of the 20th Century Limited to 18 hours instead of 19 as at first planned.
In some parts of the state a man claiming to be a government inspector calls on the farmers to inspect their cattle for a contagious disease, collects a 45 free and departs rejoicing. Look out for him.
Lorain county commissioners will pay 54 claims for sheep killed in the county during the past year. The amount claimed will be 41700. A claim for $359 for expense connected with the treatment of a Rochester child who was bitten by a dog was also allowed.
Lieutenant Peary will July 4 for a trip to the North pole. He will winter in Grant land, on the west coast of Greenland, and proceed next year to push into the unknown land. He has indicated the possibility of finding human beings at the pole. His wife and daughter will accompany him.
Tige, Dr. Buermann’s dog, was treated to a dose of poison one day last week. Fortunately he recovered from the effects of the dose. The dog is a fine animal and quite valuable.
Mr. Geo. Sennhenn is reported seriously ill.
Dance at Shadduck’s Park Saturday evening, June 20 ’05. Roth and Auden’s’ Orchestra, 4 pieces.
Among our sailors who visited hoe this week were Capt. Hahn, Geo. Becker, Henry Haber, Will Parsons and Roy Kane.
Mr. and Mrs. ed Erbskorn returned from Waterville, O. where they attended the funeral of his mother, Mrs. John Erbskorn. On their return home they stopped at Toledo where they visited Mr. and Mrs. Copas formerly of Elyria.
Mrs. Margaret M. Herr of Sandusky died very suddenly last evening at Providence Hospital. She was operated on Tuesday for appendicitis. Mrs. Herr was the daughter of Mr. and Mrs. H.S. Miller of this place and was thirty-four years of age. Besides the father and mother she leaves a husband and son and several brothers and sisters.
Linwood Park opens next Wednesday June 14. The prospects point to a good season this year. Already the people are making arrangements for board. A few summer guests are expected today.
Peal Goff boarded the excursion train Sunday afternoon and went to Cleveland. No one here knew that the little girl had gone until Marshal Delker received a telephone from the Cleveland police concerning her it looks as if someone attempted to intice [sic] her away as a Cleveland man saw her talking to someone in the city and fearing there was trouble in store for the girl he took her to the police station. She was sent home Monday morning.
The Bonnet and Erbe families of Castalia aired their trouble in Justice Dietrich’s court Tuesday. The families live in the same house and the trouble started when several of the members of the Erbe family became devotees to croquet. Mrs. bonnet swore out a warrant for William Erbe’s arrest, charging assault and was fined $1 and costs Erbe then swore out a warrant for Mrs. Bonnet’s arrest, charging her with assault and batter. Mrs. Erbe also sore out a warrant for Mrs. Bonnet’s arrest. She will stand trial her husband having gone on her bond.
Ed Straw, a farmer living near here attempted to lift a can of mild upon a stand Thursday. He slipped and the can fell striking him and breaking three ribs.
The cornerstone of the Carnegie library will probably be laid Sunday afternoon, June 11.
It is reported that the mother and brother of Wm. Kingsley who was found dead in the river at Lorain last week, refused to have anything to do with the burial. His brother-in-law, Mrs. Ludwig, took charge of the funeral.
R.C. Edwards has purchased the Jackson Hotel from James Jackson consideration $14,000.
Mrs. Hannah Penson was laid in her last resting place today. She died the 30th day of May. Her children were all but one here Sunday, that one lives in the far west. She was nearly 65 years old, had been married about forty years. She was well known by many people about Brownhelm where she spent a good part of her life and was taken there to be buried. The neighborhood loses a kind neighbor, one whose hand was ever ready to help those who were in sickness, one whose heart was full of sympathy for those who were in trouble. The funeral sermon was preached by Rev. Weaver taking for his text “Be ye also ready.” The sermon was very good and appropriate. The music was furnished by Mr. Howe, Mrs. Howe and Miss Dora Hales.
The songs selected were very good and well rendered.
Did the school picnic take place? It certainly did, ask the neighbors if they heard anything that day.
Commencement exercises take place tonight in the M.E. Church.
Mr. Philo Squires died Friday morning and was buried today in the West Henrietta cemetery. Mr. Squires was over eighty years old and was known by everyone about here, having nearly always resided about here.
Grandma Leimbach is on the sick list.
Peter Ruth is building an addition to his house.
Rev. A.J. Sprunger of the Light and Hope mission will speak at the church every evening from June 11 to 18. All friends are invited to attend.
There will be preaching at the Joppa meetinghouse Sunday at 2 o’clock.
John Brown, Harness maker at N. Amherst passed through here Sunday.
Will Kreig is working in the Ohio Quarry near South Amherst.
John Kropf and wife took dinner with Adam Kneisel Sunday and all went to the Woodman’s Decoration at Maple Grove Cemetery.
Some farmers of this place have their corn planted, other are behind.
Hannah Penson of Birmingham passed through here on Thursday. She was buried at the Brownhelm cemetery. J. Brown and family attended the funeral.
Hmmmmmm....
"On a overcast Thursday morning in mid August of 1962 Professor Albert L. Irey died..."
HOW THINGS MIGHT HAVE BEEN IF…: According to the National Institute of Mental Health an estimated 26.2 percent of Americans ages 18 and older — about one in four adults — suffer from a diagnosable mental disorder in a given year.
If that statistic makes you take a step back you are overreacting. Because it doesn’t follow that over a quarter of the people surrounding us are raving lunatics. What it does mean is that mental disorders are relatively common - and that a majority of those afflictions are very manageable. Unfortunately, this has not always been true. Such was the case of Albert L. Irey.
Mr. Irey was born in Pennsylvania in 1875. Excelling in his studies he not only finished college but had earned a doctorate in Education by the time he took a position with the Vermilion Public School System about 1910. By 1914 he had earned a promotion to Superintendent. He and his wife, Clara, who was also an educator, had two daughters; Genevieve Sarah (b.1904), and Rosamond (b.1908).
As the attending photograph of Mr. Irey with his daughters (c.1911-12) seems to indicate - Albert L. Irey was a rather dashing figure. And thus it should be no great surprise for one to learn that this attractive wight often caught the eye of many a maiden.
Now had it all ended there, there would have been no problem. But it apparently did not. And before too long letters were discovered which strongly implied that the esteemed educator was romantically involved with one of the female instructors. Not only did his wife and family find this news disturbing but the entire community was enraged by his behavior. This was, to be kind, hardly appropriate conduct for a community leader to exhibit. A special meeting of the Vermilion School Board was called and Mr. Irey, as well as two female teachers were unceremoniously dismissed. One of the teachers, who had only been guilty of carrying correspondence between the two suspected paramours, later filed suit to keep her job and won.
Mrs. Irey’s reaction to the circumstance was immediate, predictable, and understandable. She filed for, and received, a divorce retaining custody of their daughters. Albert, who was devastated by the fate he, himself, had wrought apparently began to lose touch with reality.
He began to write rambling letters - some threatening, some remorseful - to his wife and lay them by the door of their Ohio Street home. Alarmed by the tone and manner of the letters Mrs. Irey formally sought to have Albert acquire psychiatric treatment.
In the first of the two sanity hearings held in Sandusky, Ohio in 1916 for Mr. Irey he defended himself. His eloquence and appearance were very persuasive, and he was found to be quite sane. After the hearing he told an acquaintance that he was off to California to begin his life again. In truth he remained in the area and continued secreting often terrifying letters, along with some soiled underwear, on the doorstep of his estranged family.
After a warrant was filed for his arrest he disappeared for a time, only to turn up in Akron, Ohio working as a carpenter for 45 cents an hour, and using an assumed name. Taken into custody without a struggle the, now bearded, Professor was unable to pay the thousand dollar bail set for him, and spent the days before his second hearing sitting in a jail cell reading Shakespeare.
During the second sanity hearing Mr. Irey sat quietly making notes, or fidgeting with his fingers, during testimony given by several physicians as to his condition. When it was over he was found to be insane and was removed to the Lima State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. Before his departure from the courtroom he asked to see, and talk with, his daughters. His sincere affection for the girls was noted.
On a overcast Thursday morning in mid August of 1962 Professor Albert L. Irey died alone in the Central Ohio Psychiatric Hospital in Columbus. He was 87 years old, and had lived more than half his life there or in other hospitals. His former wife had remained in Vermilion where she completed her career as an educator. Sarah and Rosamond grew up, left town, and raised families of their own - far away. And all was nearly forgot.
Five years ago his great-great-granddaughter sent me this lovely photograph of him with his children inquiring if I’d ever heard of her “infamous g-g-grandfather”. I had not. But when looking back, and familarizing myself with the life of Mr. Irey, I often wonder how things might have been in that yesteryear - if...
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.
…while her lover was proud spirited and a man of ability. When married, the judge, her father, made her a present, as she and her husband supposed, of a generous portion of the elegant furniture with which' the Lord mansion was adorned. As the ox carts, then in use, were about to be driven away with their valuable cargoes, Mr. Lord, taken with some strange freak, summoned his servants to him and said: " I call you to witness that these goods are loaned, not given." "Dump the carts, dump the carts!" replied the haughty McCurdy, and Mr. Lord, seeing him to be in dead earnest, and, most likely, admiring his spirit, said, “Never mind! Go on! They are yours!"
It was this same John McCurdy, whose spirit of resistance to the arbitrary measures of Great Britain found ready and indignant expression on the eve of the Revolutionary struggle. It was under his roof that the first published article was written pointing toward unqualified rebellion, should an attempt be made to enforce the odious stamp act. Under his roof, too, the soldiers of Washington's army found safe retreat. Having a store, he told them to help themselves to anything they wished, and when remuneration, after close of the war, was offered him, he refused it. The following letter shows plainly the character of the man, many of whose traits his grandson, Richard L., inherited. He dealt largely in tea, and his London house shipped it, per his orders, to him in care of a Mr. Nelson, of New York; and it seems, that at one time the demand upon Mr. Nelson for tea being urgent, he took the liberty of selling some of Mr. McCurdy's tea, which called forth the following letter:
Lyme, 18 April, 1776. Mr. Nelson : Sir—This day week, in the evening, after the post was gone. I received your letter, dated March 5th, which has surprised me very much. You acquaint me therein, that you had sold my tea in Dec. last. Surely you must be mistaken. It must have been your own tea; for how is it possible that you should presume to sell my tea, without my orders— nay, when you knew that I was determined not to sell till I had orders from the congress, as I wrote you from time to time. I had agreed with sundry of my friends here that they should have the tea, as soon as I got liberty to sell it (some one chest, some two. etc.) I shall depend on having my tea delivered to me on demand, in New York; which is all at present, from, sir, Your obd't ser't, J. W. McCURDY.
Richard L. McCurdy had four brothers and one sister. The names of the former are: John Griswold, Charles Johnson, Robert H. and Alexander Lyndes McCurdy. The name of the sister was Sarah Ann, named for Ann Lord, a maiden aunt, who was quite an eccentric character. When the first child was born to Mr. McCurdy's parents, she was much disappointed that it was not a girl, that she might leave the child an inheritance of silver ware — her own property. The second child she fully expected to be a daughter, and when Charles Johnson came to light, he was greeted with but slight tokens of respect by Dame Lord. And now she insisted that the next child should not fail her. But when Robert H. put in an appearance, her chagrin was so great that words failed to do justice to her disgust with mundane affairs. We are not assured that she acted the part of Betsey Trotwood upon a like memorable occasion, who, upon being informed at the birth of David Copperfield, by the mild Dr. Chilip, that it was not a girl, but a boy, struck him with her bonnet, turned on her heel, and left the house, never to return. However, Miss Lord — whether from grief and disappointment, we are again not assured — died before the birth of the next child, and it is probably well that she did, for that, too, was a boy.
The McCurdy homestead in Lyme, Connecticut, is now the residence of Judge Charles McCurdy, mentioned above, a brother of Richard Lord. The latter was importuned, at one time, to occupy the mansion with his wife, but they were restrained from doing so by considerations that seemed wise to them. Mr. McCurdy first came to Lyme in 1823, having resided a short time previously in Trumbull county. In 1826, June 19, he was united in marriage with Julia Ann, only daughter of Amos and Rachel Woodward. The McCurdy lands were situated in section two, of Lyme, and Mr. McCurdy became agent for the sale of the same. So soon as he was married, he began the improvement of a part of them, and in 1827 erected the neat and commodious dwelling where his widow still resides. This house, even at this day, is one of the best and neatest farm dwellings in the township. It is fashioned somewhat after the McCurdy homestead in Connecticut, resembling it in its low ceilings, the arrangement of its apartments, and the quaint, modest and home-like character of its appointments and surroundings. In the work of its construction, he, that was afterwards Judge Brown, of Norwalk, was one of the laborers. A visitor from Connecticut, a Mr. Jessup, was so pleased with its elegant and comfortable demeanor, which seemed to him in such striking contrast to the broad, wearisome stretch of the surrounding prairie, that he christened it the "Diamond of the Desert." Mr. McCurdy, during the first years of his residence in Lyme, was extensively engaged in the purchase and sale of fine cattle. He obtained them in the southern counties of the State, brought them to Lyme, and wintered them on Strong's ridge, boarding with Mr. Strong, or Mr. Russell. He was unfortunate with them, and lost many from the murrain, but, nevertheless, did the township valuable service in the introduction of a superior kind of cattle.
Mr. McCurdy had, in his boyhood days, a great fondness for the sea, and was eagerly bent upon being a sailor. His father, thinking that a trip on the water would be sufficient to eradicate this love of the ocean, permitted him to make a voyage or two to London, but the liking only grew the stronger. He was finally, however, persuaded to adopt his father's counsels, and thus became a farmer.
The McCurdy tract was originally quite extensive, and Mr. McCurdy kept as his own, for many years, about six hundred acres, Mrs. McCurdy being today the possessor of six hundred and eleven acres….
Excerpts from: The Fire Lands, Comprising Huron and Erie Counties, Ohio; W.W. Williams - 1879 - Press of Leader Printing Company, Cleveland, Ohio
CATMAN: While in the process of scanning film and glass negatives at the museum I came across this pic. Actually this is only a portion of a much larger photo that I’d seen a number of times in the past.
It’s a rather odd glass negative photograph of a farmer standing in a crowd of chickens behind a farm house. I have no idea who he his, nor where the pic was taken. A cat and a dog are on the porch of the house being fed.
What I missed in all my other viewings of this pic was the cat on this fellow’s shoulder. You can see that the resolution / contrast of the pic isn’t the greatest. So initially the cat was nearly invisible (to me). It wasn’t until I happened to notice that his right collar appeared to be turned up that I took a closer look and saw the cat on his shoulder
You just have to wonder who this guy was. Maybe during my siftings through all the old files of The News I’ll come across a story that explains the photograph. (What fun.)
Here's a poem from the Georgia-based Waffle House that appears on their Facebook page:
Waffle House Waffle House We are home grown
Where the Customer is king And every booth is a throne
Waffle House Waffle House Home away from home
Scattered Smothered Covered Diced The All-Star zone
Waffle House Waffle House New home of the Toddle House
Come one come all Bring the whole family out
Waffle House Waffle House We're here 24/7
Bert's Chili, Alice's Tea Welcome to heaven
NADA AGAIN AND AGAIN...: I may begin doing the podcasts again; but I'm thinking of just doing audio readings. The videos on-line are just becoming too redundant unless they really show something special. The short videos that appear on the VNPSM Facebook page are more purposeful. You might want to check them out.
I've not forgotten about this part of "Views". I've just been busy. But I will get back to it.
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.
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Vol.11, Issue 11 - May 25, 2013
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