When the Weather Breaks
SHOPTALK: On the shoptop this week is a pic I caught of local television (Channel 5) Meteorogist Mark Johnson giving his forecast on 4/21/2015. I was simply playing with my Nikon camera to see if I could get a reasonably good pic of the screen. And it turned out ok. As you can see it was a little chilly in the area a few weeks back. But it’s getting warmer.
On my home desktop this week is a nice photo of Mill Hollow c.1910. As I look at this photograph I begin to wonder why anyone would want to live in that house (now known as the Bacon House). After a few floods you’d think they’d want to live somewhere else.
On the other hand the mill there was probably quite profitable. So I suppose living in the hollow made some sense.
When the mill was finally dismantled parts of it were used at the Vermilion mill where the nursing facility “Mill Manor” is currently (2015) located.
Anyway – it’s a very nice portrait of the park.
MY NEW OLD BOOK: I finally got my new old book "Rich Tarrant’s Yesteryear in Vermilion, Ohio" republished. It’s a re-print with some new graphics, corrections and two additional stories.
This thing was a bear to format for the publisher. It’s the first time I’ve done most of the formatting myself. I don’t know the reason, but my "Now and Then" book was much easier. I suppose that was because there was less text.
Those interested in obtaining a copy of the reprint can get it at the museum for a $15 donation to the museum. The donations will be used for museum operation, maintenance and improvements.
Most of it has been written already. Lucy Morgan did the first history and Betty Trinter did the second. All I intend to do is pick up where Betty left off. I’ll use some, but not all, of their histories for the first part of the tract. Both are of enormous historic value. My work will not be in place of theirs; but will only serve as a supplement.
The big difference (at least for me) will be that I will do all the formatting and design as well as some of the writing. I want this to be a nice publication (with photographs). One that is worthy of a place in local library. Miss Morgan and Mrs. Trinter’s writings are historical treasures.
As many persons may know the church was the town’s first church. As the village of Vermilion grew and prospered so did the church. Its roots are deep and extensive. In fact, they go all the way to Lynden, Washington.
But that’s another story…
WORK, WORK, WORK: As we’ve done a good deal of work on the final apartment room the time came to start re-working some of the other rooms in the apartment as well as getting back to the basement.
But before we got to that a lady named Mary Ann Riffe came by the museum and donated a dining room chair from the old Wagner Hotel. It’s really beautiful.
Mary Ann’s maiden name was Schmitz. Mrs. Riffe was in town to help celebrate her mother’s (Maxine) 99th birthday. Some readers may know other members of the family.
Her grandfather, Ernie, and grandmother, Ella Hayes were very well-know Vermilionites. Her late brother’s Ross "Tiny" and Harry were also very popular Vermilionites. Her late sister, Evelyn "Nuggie" Cook, was my (and many other’s) forever-effervescent friend.
Anyway, the chair is a beauty.
Thanks, Mary Ann.
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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 from 11 AM to 3 PM. A small admission donation of $3 (for adults) is requested. Children accompanied with an adult will be admitted free. For Special Tours call: 440-967-4555.
We are closed on Sundays and holidays.
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GUESS WHO: I’ll bet few living Vermilionites, other than members of his family, have ever seen this fella in uniform before.
Who is it?
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 BIRMINGHAM MILL: There are pictures that take my breath away, and there are pictures that take my breath away. This is one of them. It came to me, electronically, from Milan, Ohio historical artifact collector, Dale Hohler, early last November, It really is a wonderful photograph.
As a youngster I always stood in awe of pictures taken during the American Civil War. The detail in those photos was/is striking. Although this picture is most likely taken 30 some years after that time period, the detail - ergo; the process - is still very similar.
The wide angle exposure was captured on a glass plate. The slow shutter took in every detail of the scene before it. And that moment was frozen in time for all of us to wonder over one century later. Amazing.
I know not the specific details of the photo beyond the obvious. It was taken in the mid-afternoon on a summer day about 1890 looking northeast over the Vermilion River Valley southwest of the Edison Highway (Route #113) in Birmingham, Ohio. The four-story stone building with the large smokestack beside the barn is (as indicated) the Birmingham Mill. Just to the left the covered wagon bridge spans the barely running stream. And through the trees above the mill and bridge one can just make out some of the houses and farms on the eastern hills overlooking the valley.
I am under the impression that this was not an impromptu portrait; not only because the camera equipment was. somewhat cumbersome to set-up, but also because both the lady in the foreground and the gentlemen outside the mill appear to be very aware of the camera.
The young lady seems to be posing. And so enamored of her presence in this picture was I, that I made a separate portrait of just her for another journalistic emprise. Her hat, hairstyle, dress sleeves, and skirt help date the image. .And note the real picket fence upon which she is resting her elbow as she contemplates the pastoral scene before her. It is not apparently a part of the mill manor (no pun intended). It may be that it was part of an adjoining neighbor's fenced yard, and that the photographer was working from the porch of that neighbor's home.
Almost in visible to most readers will be the bicycle lying on its side along the dusty road to the left, just a short distance from the mill. At the time of this picture bicycle engineering had come a long way. By the 1880s a chain with sprockets had been added; and once done this was called the "safety bicycle." Another wonderful development in the 1880s were air-filled tires. Prior to that time they had been wooden, metal, or solid rubber. It does not take great imagination to recognize how much those improvements were appreciated.
The scene of this idyllic portrait is the approximate location of that which persons now know as t e Schoepfle Garden. The covered bridge in the photo was, at. the time, located a bit south of the existing bridge. And as beautiful as it now is, this photo tells us that the view a hundred years ago was just breathtaking.
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...
The case of Charles J. Martine and other property owners against the village of Vermilion to detach real estate was taken up before Judge Reed Friday morning.
The condemnation suits against the Lorain Sand and Gravel Co. have been dropped.
John Parsons to Carrie Parsons, lot in Vermilion village, $1.
Heirs of Albert Bradley to John N. Englebry, lot 47, Vermilion village, $325.
Magdalene Egerrer to Harry Reifert, 4 acres, Vermilion township, $800.
Heirs of Albert Bradley to Charles L. Kuehlmann, 151 acres in Vermilion township, $6,600.
Annie S. Brognard was born in Vermilion May 19, 1862. She was united in marriage to Albern M. Thompson May 31, 1882. Three children were born of this union, Howard, Helen, and Hazen. Mrs. Thompson’s life was passed in Vermilion excepting twelve years spent in Kentucky from 1866 to 1878.
In the early moments of June 15, 1907, she passed away after a brief illness of 35 ours during which she was unconscious, at the age of 45 years and 27 days. The nearest surviving relatives are the husband, the three children, her mother, two brothers and two sisters.
Mrs. Thompson united with the Congregational church April 8 1882, and was a devoted, dearly beloved worker in its various activities. Sunday a committee was appointed by the supt. to express the sense of loss of this departed teacher and sympathy to the bereaved family.
The Sorosis of whom she was a highly valued member attended in a body.
In the prime of life a gentle spirited, faithful, loving neighbor, friend, wife, mother, has gone into the large life above. A great company sincerely mourns and loving sympathy goes out to the immediate family.
The funeral services largely attended wee held at the residence Monday afternoon conducted by Rev. Geo. E. Merrill. A bright day numerous and beautiful floral tributes, the Sorosis members dressed in white – all these wee appropriate symbols of the gracious spirit that had already entered the eternal homeland of the soul.
[VV. Ed. Note: The Thompson family was an historic Vermilion family. I knew Mrs. Thompson’s son, Hazen. But I knew little about his parents until this passage. Hazen’s middle name was Brognard. He also died at a rather young age – 64. (I suppose that’s a relative viewpoint.) He had graduated from high school just a month or so before his mom’s death. He was a “muleskinner” during WW1 and later married Vera Nichols. Some may remember their children: Charles, Tom, Alice, Mary Ann, and Billy.]
One of the most remarkable runaways ever known in this vicinity was that which occurred Sunday, resulting in the injury of Mat Marringer of Ridgeville, as told in the Daily News yesterday. Since then it has been learned that the horse started its mad flight near Ridgeville, where it threw its owner onto the road and then continued on to this city. It passed through here like a streak of lightning, no one venturing to get in its way. Turning out West Erie avenue the horse kept up its dash until the Vermilion river was reached. Here it turned out and was not stopped until it reached Henrietta.
In all the horse covered over twenty-five miles in its run. It made the circuit in less than two hours, dragging the buggy behind it. –Lorain News.
Amherst will celebrate the Glorious Fourth.
Mr. Heber Steele of the Amherst Banking co., has bought the lots in the Axtel allotment except the homestead.
A Masonic apron 176 years old is on exhibition at the jewelry store of Avery and Bemis. It is of leather and belongs to Mr. Christian.
Michael Schibley, aged 80, died at his home here Saturday. Funeral was held Tuesday from the church. He leaves a wife and two daughters.
Memorial services were held by the K. of P. Sunday and were attended by a large crowd. The band furnished music and the graves were decorated.
E.S. Smith, age 67, died at his home here Sunday morning. Funeral was held Wednesday afternoon from the house. A wife and one daughter, Mrs. McDonald of Elyria survive.
L.W. Harrison sold to Vermilion parties $275 worth of wool one day last week.
Mrs. L.W. Harrison is doing fine with her wooden hen. Mrs. Ella Harrison set nine hens last Friday evening.
[VV. Ed. Note: I am at a loss to know what a “wooden hen” might be. From the context of the piece I’m think it was a brood hen. Perhaps someone can enlighten us.]
Chicken thieves have been busy, took a hen and a brood of little chickens. Somebody must want to go into the poultry business.
J.B. Baumhardt lost a valuable cow with hydrophobia last week.
About fifty members of the Alumni association were present at the annual meeting held at the home of Supt O.L. Damon’s Friday evening.
Quite a number of Young people from Oberlin are camping near town in various places.
Farmers are hustling now while the weather is good. Some have to replant their corn.
The little boy at the Orphanage who had his hand so severely lacerated a few weeks ago is doing nicely.
Mrs. Mary Clary invited their niece Miss Lina Clary and Masters Harley and Coral Higgens to eat ice cream Sunday afternoon.
Miss Pauline Leadrach entertained the X Y Z club on last Thursday afternoon.
The Boxwell commencement at the M.E. church on last Wednesday evening was well attended. The graduates did very nicely. The class address on Education given by J.J. Huser of Castalia was very practical. It was presented in such a manner as to leave no doubt as to the necessity of getting an education.
James Quigley is home from college for his summer vacation.
W. Earle Childs left for Conneaut Saturday for atwo weeks vacation.
Miss Clara Wakefield arrived home Saturday from Hiram where she has been attending college.
Mrs. Henry Grisel was in Lorain Monday.
The four-year-old child of Henry Claus who lives near Oak Point is reported seriously ill with typhoid fever.
Mrs. Henry Walper and daughter are guests of Cleveland friends. Later they expect to take a trip on the lakes with the Captain.
Picnics and summer visitor season will soon be in full blast. The long looked for hot weather has apparently arrived.
FOR SALE CHEAP – Ice cream outfit counter draw-coils, sups, glasses, everything complete to sell quick. – H.S. Miller.
WANTED – Ladies Bicycle, second-hand, enquire of – E.H. Wakefield, South St. – Vermilion, O.
Miss Maud Fischer returned home from Adrian, Mich. Monday.
Miss L.E. Morgan is attending commencement at Lake Erie College, Painesville, O., this week.
Mrs. Pearl Roscoe and daughter are at Milan assisting in caring for Mr. Roscoe’s mother, Mrs. C. Roscoe who is seriously ill with very little hope for her recovery.
[VV. Ed. Note: This refers to my great-grandmother, grandmother, and mother (i.e. the Roscoe ladies). My grandmother, Helen Forster Roscoe, would not make it through the month. She fell ill while visiting my grandparents at the print shop in April or May. One might have noticed that local news had been lacking due to her illness. My grandparents were apparently so busy tending to her that little news was reported on the local scene until she returned to her home in Milan.]
She fell ill while visiting my grandparents at the print shop in April or May. One might have noticed that local news had been lacking due to her illness. My grandparents were apparently so busy tending to her that little news was reported on the local scene until she returned to her home in Milan.]
F.R. Brooks, a Wellington merchant took a dose of Rough on Rats mistaking it for a sleeping powder, Friday afternoon. A physician was summoned and his life saved.
Hmmmmmm....
THE PLACE I LOVE: One would hope that everyone (or nearly everyone) familiar with the place known as Vermilion, Ohio is able to recognize the site of the snapshot subject of this week’s essay. I would not call it the heart of the town today; but it may have been the place – or very close to the place – where it all started when William Haddy (sometimes spelled Hardy) built his cabin way back in 1809. It is, of course, Main Street near the beach.
This photo was taken back in the 1930s during the era better known in history as “The Great Depression”. At the height of this worldwide economic disaster nearly 25% of Americans were jobless helping to create careers for folks of the ilk of John Dillinger, Bonnie Parker, Clyde Barrow, and George Francis Barnes Jr. (aka “Machine Gun” Kelly). But it was also the “Golden Age of Baseball” producing athletes like George Herman “Babe” Ruth Jr., Lou Gehrig and Joe DiMaggio. (By the way a young fella by the name of Ron Reagan was the official radio announcer for the Chicago Cubs, 1933-36). At Vermilion’s Crystal Gardens folks were boogying to music played by the Glenn Miller, Dorsey brothers, Duke Ellington, and Benny Goodman bands and others. And on warm summer afternoons families “en vaguer” jockeyed for places to park their vehicles down at Main Street Beach.
During this era the street had yet to be paved. But it was, as it appears, frequently frequented. The clay surface was as hard as a rock. And the large trees provided some respite for those seeking lake breezes out of the heat of the sun. Though I doubt that many or any persons violated the privacy of Vermilionite F.W. Wakefield’s Harborview home property that overlooked this scene (on the left), they certainly took up all the parking spaces in front of it. That was perhaps the price Mr. Wakefield had to pay for having built his home on such a beautiful site.
Oddly enough this is hardly the best beach in Vermilion. It’s small as beaches go and parking (as is obvious) was and remains a problem. But the lake here is perfect for bathing. In most other places the bottoms are either rocky and / or they drop-off quickly from the shore. But in this particular spot the depth is gradual and sandy. It’s always been a fine place for younger children to wade and learn to swim. But more than any of those things – the view is spectacular night and day. (Ergo, the reason Mr. Wakefield acquired the property and built his home.)
When I was a young person I spent a good deal of time on this beach. It was there I learned to swim. I also liked to go there all year round just to sit and watch the lake free or frozen, night or day. It was just a very pleasant place to be. If I knew a storm was coming (usually from the northwest) I’d hustle down to the beach to watch it sweep across the lake pushing all sorts of boats toward the harbor – some just barely making it home. And there was nothing more thrilling than to be on the beach when a storm in all its terrible fury began to lash the beach with the waters of Lake Erie. Sometimes the waves were so furious they would sweep across the beach – submerging it in foam – actually touching the road where cars were often parked with fellow spectators inside. I would walk home soaking wet but elated by the raw beauty of what I’d witnessed.
I don’t go there anymore. The place, like all places, has changed since that yesteryear in the snapshot as well as the one I knew. To paraphrase a philosophy of some American Indian tribes, “It’s a mistake to habituate a place so much that the natural environment is made to suffer.” And some years later I would write a poem with the first line: “The Place I Love (is where I am not always)…” reflecting that philosophy and honoring Vermilion’s beautiful Main Street Beach.
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.
…meeting, thanking him for not asking fifty. It was all the flour they had for the winter.
The second mill, one and one-half miles west of south of Venice, was commenced in 1839 and completed in 1841, with eight run of stone, at a cost of fifty thousand dollars. This was a wooden structure and was destroyed by fire in 1848. Another mill, of brick and stone, was raised on the same spot in 1852, with six run of stone. The eastern part of the Venice mill was changed in 1836 for merchant work. The capacity of the mills is sufficient to make seventy-five thousand barrels of flour during the season of navigation, consuming hundreds of thousands of dollars in the purchase of wheat. This was doubtless, until quite recently, the most extensive business enterprise on the Fire-lands. The wheat was brought in wagons until the completion of the Mud River & Lake Erie railroad to Tiffin. Much of it was brought so great a distance and over so bad roads as to bring but little profit to the owners. But it furnished them with money to pay their taxes. In one instance a man came one hundred and fifty miles with a four-horse team and twelve bushels of wheat, the balance of his load being feed for his team and himself, he camping out every night. When he had sold his wheat at the mill he went over to the store with his nine dollars, talking thus to himself: "My wheat was worth nothing at home. If I had lived decently coming here I should have spent it; if I live decently going home I shall spend it; but I must have money to pay my taxes and buy a barrel of salt. What is the price of this sheeting?"' A boy answered: "A sixpence." “Yes, my wheat was worth something. I could have got a yard of cloth like that for a bushel at home." These mills are in operation now, the upper one for custom work, however. The lower mill, at Venice, has been during the last year entirely remodeled and new machinery put in from top to bottom, and everything of the latest and most approved pattern. Nothing seems to be wanting to make first class flour. The improvements were designed by the superintendent, John Heywood, grandson of R. H., and are a model of compactness and mechanical skill in utilizing space. The wheat is taken into the mill at a sink on one side of the building and elevated directly to the hopper of the scales, and from there to the bins above. When wanted for grinding it goes to the basement and is run through two fan and sieve cleaners and one wheat duster (all the dust carried out of the mill), elevated to the floor above, run through the heater, and from there to the stones, where there is still another appliance for cleaning as it is fed out of the hopper. All the dust from these cleaners is carried in airtight tubes outside the building. There are three run of wheat burns and two of middling; eight reels; with one hundred and forty-four yards (forty inches wide) of bolting cloths, three middling purifiers and one bran, duster. It seems as if everything that human ingenuity could devise to get all the flour from the wheat,, and make it of the very best quality, were here in the least space possible and arranged to be easy of access, and perfectly simple in construction. Russel H. Heywood is still the proprietor and general manager, and is now [1879] eighty-two years old..' and has operated these mills forty-eight years in succession, which speaks more for him than this pen can write.
In the year 1811, Charles Butler began tanning leather near the Venice mills. In the spring of 1813, he removed, to the head of Cold creek and occupied a tannery there, built by Major Frederick Falley that year. This tannery was of great service to the early settlers in furnishing them with an article that was indispensable. It was continued with various successes until about 1835. Some of the early operators of this establishment were: Charles Butler, Moses Nichols, George Crittenden, Henry Cole, Esq., A. M. Porter, Esq., and Thomas McCullough. About 1832, it passed into the hands of Richard Falley, and soon after to Elisha Hubbard, who carried it on for several years.
In 1823, a small distillery was started at the head of Cold creek, by Dr. L. B. Carpenter and his brother S. C. Carpenter. It passed into the hands of Chapman and Amsden, of Bellevue soon after, and from them to J. R. Johnson, and was abandoned about 1830.
Wm. P. Mason, of Milan, built a distillery in Venice, in or about the year 1824. It was in operation some eight years, and passed into the hands of Anson Corbett, of Sandusky City, and was abandoned at his death. It was designed to be an establishment of considerable capacity, and in some years a good deal was done. The distillation of alcohol was one of the methods employed to bring the surplus produce into the Eastern markets, as it was much easier to transport whisky than corn.
Large quantities of flour barrels were formerly made at Venice and Castalia, for the use of the mills.
The Castalia cemetery was located on lot thirty-three, fourth section, June 14 or 15. 1813, and the first interments were those massacred by the Indians.
Oak Lawn cemetery, one-half mile west of Venice, on lot twenty, second section, was located about 1818.
There is a. private burying ground of the Graves family, located near the southwest corner of lot eight, fourth section.
LBC: These are not Vermilion faces. But I thought it an interesting photograph simply because it was one of few that appeared in the NEWS 108 years ago.
I was transcribing parts of the old newspaper for the BRIEFS section of the page when I came across the pic. It was a 6-column pic.
These are members of the Lorain Business College in ’07. In those years it seems like nearly every good-sized city had a business school. Oberlin had one, and so did Sandusky. (My mom attended that one.)
A reporter from New York was visiting an old colleague who now edited a newspaper in a tiny Vermont town. "I don't see how you do it," the NY reporter said. "How can you drum up interest in the news when everybody in town knows what everybody else is doing and with whom?"
"Sure they know," the editor said, "but they read the paper to see who got caught at it."
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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Vol.13, Issue 9 - May 9, 2015
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