Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live
SHOPTALK: Atop the shop desk this week is an old Linwood Park photo from Janet Waggoner’s glass negative collection. I really can’t tell thee much about the pic. I can speculate – but I’d rather not. I know the identity of at least one or two of those pictured. But beyond that I’m at a loss.
I just liked the photograph. Likely a family gathering in Linwood? But of course.
On my home desk this week are some folks set for bathing in Lake Erie off the beach at Cask Villa (west of Vermilion).
It’s hard to imagine trying to swim in those outfits. It appears that they would’ve become quite heavy when wet.
Methinks that if those who lived in those days were somehow able to see how people dress for the beach today they’d be shocked.
Last week I was going through some of my old photo CDs and found a bunch of stuff I’d forgotten. Among them was this old pic of Captain Ed Lampe’s sand-sucker “Vermilion”.
I believe this boat was built at the Moes yard. In this pic it was being re-built / lengthened – or maybe it was just unloading. If there were a way to make a few bucks on the lake Captain Lampe would find it. It is my understanding that the gentleman made and lost several fortunes during this career.
He died at he marine hospital in Cleveland during the mid-1950s. Aside from tales of his great exploits I doubt that he left much behind in the way of money.
Historically,
DRESS UP: This is one of my favorite Roscoe pix. Standing at the entrance to the Vermilion News Print Shop (c.1914) are Ella Roscoe (the big girl), her sister Alice (the little one) and an as of yet unidentified friend (the middle-sized one).
I’d like to say this was an Easter morning pic – but I don’t know that. their manner of dress seems to indicate that it was during the colder months of the year. But the sun is in the right direction to make it spring composition. Perhaps its toward the end of March.
The hats and nice overcoats are very dressy. When was the last time anyone wore and Easter bonnet - or any bonnet for that matter?
TO TOM & ME (UNABRIDGED): Tom Boone was my first best friend. He lived across the street from us (i.e. the Tarrant family) on Perry Street back in the 1950s and 60s. When the accompanying snapshot was taken we were outside the newsstand (currently the Olive Scene) on Liberty. I can almost feel the day it was taken. It was a warm summer day and we had a lot before us.
Back in those days my sis (Ginny Wilkes) worked at the newsstand and Tom’s sister (Doris Stwan) worked at Ned’s Shoe store just down the street (east) across from the old post office that was new to us back then.
Among the many cool things about the newsstand – aside from the comic books – was the big root beer barrel aside a little soda counter in the store. On a hot summer day there was nothing like a ice cold mug of root beer and a penny pretzel.
Anyway, after we left the store with our little planes we walked back up the street tentatively heading for home. The destination was always tentative because you never knew what you might see or whom you might run into along the way that would lead you in another direction.
Our family dog, Mister Chips, was usually with us somewhere. He was also easily distracted. But when he was with us he usually led the way. He’d often stop and look back to make sure we were following him. In fact, because of his habit we developed a little game we called “Ditch-em”.
Ditch-em was a game where we started walking with Chips ahead of us. We’d let him get about a half a block ahead, and after he turned to see if we were following we’d start walking backwards. When he stopped to look back we’d start walking toward him. And when he got about a block ahead we’d take off running in another direction and look for a place to hide from him. He was an amazing pooch because he’d always find us. We could never ditch him. It took us a good deal of time to get home.
When we got home we usually went to our fort in the railroad lot next to Tom’s house. Back then the grass and weeds in the railroad lots were allowed to grow pretty high before they were cut. Consequently, after they were cut there was a good deal of straw left behind. And in the middle of this particular lot there was a little indentation. One of our friends went up to the pickleworks (South Shore Packing on the corner of South street and West River Road) and got a big empty pickle barrel that we placed in this indentation. We covered it with piles of dead grass, and therein was our fort established.
One fine summer day somebody; I don’t remember who exactly, was playing with matches and set the weeds on fire. Of course we were alarmed. And as Tom lived right there, close to the barrel fort, I told him to go get some water to extinguish the fire. He did.
He came back with a glass of water. I could not believe my eyes. But just then Tom’s dad pulled in the driveway, saw the fire and got the hose. And that was the end of our fort.
And then there were hours and days we spent along the lake skipping stones and exploring the lakeshore. There was a time when it was actually possible to walk from Main Street Beach to what is now Sherod Park and beyond. The only problems one might encounter in doing that were crossing Edson or Darby Creeks – especially if you weren’t dressed for swimming. And then again Chips was always with us and he had a habit of rolling in dead fish. It was a habit that not only Tom and I protested, but also one my mother never seemed to appreciate. It didn’t bother him in the least. In fact, he seem proud.
Along the river we would sit for hours by the waterworks watching boats – the commercial fish tugs, big cabin cruisers, and the smaller speed and fishing boats. For whatever reason there were very few canoes and rowboats in that part of the river during those years. Every once in a while some rich person would sail a gigantic boat into the harbor and park it near the Vermilion Yacht Club. I seem to recall that a very successful car dealer owned one of the boats. He and his crew had sailed to Vermilion from Florida. It was something to wonder about.
We also spent a good deal of time around both South Street and Decatur Street Schools. We always thought it would be cool to be able to roam the halls in the summer. That, of course, never happened but we used to “scooch” up on the side of building and look into the empty classrooms. And at one time there was a drinking fountain in a little alcove behind the South Street building that was on all year. It was a good place to get a drink in the heat of summer.
When the Decatur street school was being built we were attracted like magnets to the place. Perhaps it was the smell of the new cement. But it was really cool to wander through the building before they put a roof on it. It was surrounded by a ton of mud. And one day when we were exploring I was walking through the mud up to my ankles in front of the school when my mom came along in the car. I tried to run, but lost one of my shoes in mire. She’d just bought them for me at Tony’s Shoe Store downtown and was not pleased. Tom was smart enough to stay out of the mud. So was Mister Chips.
Eventually back home we’d go; a kid, a dog and his buddy. Night would fall. The crickets would cheep; the lightening bugs would light – and we’d sit on the front porch of our home; talk about the day; laugh, sing and watch the heat lightening in the sky. Maybe later it would rain and the world would be washed down – renewed – ready for another day. And we were happy.
YESTERYEAR'S NEWS: The following clips were orally transcribed from past issues of The Vermilion News. I think you will find them both interesting and fun...
The Village Council held and adjourned meeting last Thursday evening. Mr. Coen of the L. S. E. Ry., was present, also representatives from the N. P. And L. S. & M. S. Ry.
The matter of outs in the bills for electric lighting was settled satisfactorily.
The controversy in regard to the price for lighting the railway crossings, the railroad officials held out for $30 per light in the Council for 40. After considerable discussion the rate of $35 was finally agreed upon.
In the final settlement of the water extension it was decided to lay 600 feet of pipe. This will be as planned accepting that 900 feet of the pipe was to be laid.
The meeting then adjourned having settled two important matters which have been troubling the council for some time.
Next Saturday evening namely April 18th, there will be an Anti-Saloon League meeting at the Town Hall. The meeting will be at seven o'clock and the speaker will be L. D. Lilly, Esq. Mr. Lilly was formally one of the leading attorneys of the capital city of the State Federal. Secretary Rutledge writes that he is a man of affairs and ability that he will make us a splendid address. Let us come out in large numbers to hear this able lawyer speak upon the work of the league. It is expected that all the churches will omit services next Sunday evening in the interest of this meeting.
A Romanian Demetre Santujusi was struck by a L. S. E. car near Ceylon at dusk Monday evening. It is thought that the noise of the waves of the lake and the wind was such that he did not hear the warning whistle of the car. The car was Cleveland bound and in charge of here each renter of this place.
The body was brought here and given in to charge the undertaker Englebry and the corner notified.
The man had a friend in the employ of the L. S. & M. S. Railway, here but no relatives in this country. The man has a wife and child in his native land. A few days ago he received a letter announcing the birth of this child.
In the case of the village of Vermilion against the Lakeshore and Michigan Southern railroad, judge Wildman found a judgment and decree for the defendant in the petition was dismissed at the plaintiff's cost except that an application of the plaintiff, operation of judgment was suspended and the subsiding injunction was preserved in force 30 days to enable proceedings in error to be instituted in the Supreme Court.
The decision in the case of Conrad Wonder vs the Lake Shore Electric railway was reversed by Judge Kincaid at the cost of the defendant. The case was remanded for new trial.
The case of Jacob Andrus against the Cleveland and Sandusky Brewing Company, was continued.
On Tuesday the grand jury reported four true bills and ignored three cases which were considered. J. J. Perry acted as foreman. 56 witnesses were examined the following indictments were returned.
Mrs. Sarah Goodwin of Wayne Street extension, Sandusky, assault and battery for the beating of her 8-year-old son.
John Englebry and David Stevens Vermilion, assault and battery upon John Hegney.
Albert Butler and Edward Yontz, pocket picking, an old soldier having been the alleged victim.
Joseph Lacata, threatening in a menacing manner an Italian on Depot St., Sandusky.
No report was made concerning the proposed improvements at the county jail.
The grand jury will be called together again near the close of April of the April term of court.
Mrs. David Miller is growing rapidly weaker.
Quite a number from here attended Christian Science lecture at the Elyria Theatre, Sunday.
James Nichol, Sr is improving slowly and is now able to set up some.
Charles Schumach has been suffering for some time from an injured toe and gangrene has now set in. He went to Lorain Friday accompanied by Dr. Foster for an operation, but the physicians said it would be of little use to operate on his foot so he returned home again. He is in a serious condition.
Easter Sunday was celebrated with a drunken riot among 30 or more Hungarians and Poles. Several men were rendered unconscious and badly cut up, however none are expected to die.
Workmen at the quarries had great difficulty in getting home Thursday, two cars ran wild and at the derailing switch they were half buried in the soft earth. The cars left the track so far that they could not be replaced and the Lake Shore wrecker was sent for. All sorts of conveyances were put into commission to take the quarrymen to their homes, all arrived home safe.
The windstorm last week done [sic] considerable damaged in this vicinity. At the quarries a section what was blown out which will take some time to repair. Several of the shelter houses along the tracks were blown over. Newton Holstein's house, which took fire was completely destroyed owing to the high winds which made it impossible to extinguish the flames, although it was discovered as soon as the roof took fire. A small portion of the household goods were saved.
BORN – to Mr. and Mrs. John Nickel, Sunday, a son.
The divorce case of Mrs. Shine versus J. J. Shine was tried in Common Pleas Court, Tuesday.
Martin Youngglass died at his home on Sunday afternoon after illness of over a year. The funeral was held Wednesday at St. Joseph's church. The remains were interred in St. Joseph's Cemetery.
Mrs. Mary Berger has her housecleaning all done.
Mrs. V. Leimbach had good luck with her goose eggs this spring.
Mr. Ever Heussner purchased him a new cream separator.
Mr. Leimbach is very busy clipping horses at present.
Mrs. John Bowers is on the gain.
Mr. Zimmerman was a caller at the Bacon brothers Tuesday.
Mr. Leonard Bacon has been spraying his apple trees.
Mr. Franks is taken up the milk route to take the milk to the factory.
Mrs. Dudley French is quite seriously sick they have a trained nurse in attendance.
Mr. Newton Holstein’s house caught on fire last Wednesday in that terrible windstorm and burned to the ground they saved most of their household goods, had a hard time save in the barn.
There will be a public meeting at the town hall Saturday night at 7:30 to talk over school bond issue which is to be voted on next Monday. All citizens are urged to be present especially those who want more information on the subject.
Superintendent Seemann received today a letter, published elsewhere, informing him that the Vermilion High School has been placed upon the recognized list of the Ohio State University by the High School Faculty. This is good news and is of great moment to any graduate who may wish to attend the state University.
Our schools are certainly doing good work and the board is putting forth every effort to give our able superintendent and teachers all the advantages possible so the pupils may attain the best that can be given a public school.
The County Sheriff is reported to be recovering from a severe Attack of typhoid.
Mrs. J. W. DuRoss, one, of Lorain’s most widely known residence, died at her home at 917 Long St. this week after an illness extending over a period of 15 months. She was 65 years of age having been born at Vermilion in 1844. She leaves, beside her husband seven children, namely Charles, Thomas, Mary, Ellen and Tess DuRoss. Mrs. G. H. Kaiser and Mrs. J. H. Robinson. – Lorain news.
Mary Elizabeth Neiding born Fey, was born June 15, 1862 in Vermilion. She joined the Reformed Church by the right of confirmation and remained a faithful member since, until her death.
She was married that Samuel J. Neiding, April 12, 1886, to this union was born one child, Miss Hattie survives, to weep over the early death of her mother so dear to her all who knew her.
Mrs. Neiding died April 7, 1909, her age therefore was 46 years, 9 mos 22 days.
Three sisters preceded her in death, two brothers with husband and daughter remain of her immediate family.
For three years after the death of Grandma Fey, Mrs. Nieding took mother's place to her deceased sister's children, Miss Bertha and Alice who are in the home as children today.
Member of the L. O. T. M. Jan. 1st, 1894 – member since. The hive attended the funeral services in a body.
Rev. Lohmann had charge of the funeral services. Rev. Merrill assisted.
Sunday morning when the organist of the Cong’l church, F. C. Morgan, took his place he noticed a little basket containing several little checks nearby, bearing a card of best wishes to him. After services he examined the nest and not only found the chickens but a "golden egg" ($10 gold piece in it). He wishes to extreme express his sincere appreciation to the donors.
The fishing tug Geo A. Floss, which was lost during the storm of last week off Cleveland carried eight persons – William Berry, Capt. John Daily, Fred Gibson, Peck McKenzie, Frank Weschler, Gary Anderson, John O'Donnell in Joseph Martin.
For a long time Vermilion has had no bell or whistle signal for the noon hour. The new Catholic bell is now being rung at 5:30 11:30 AM and 5:30 PM as is the usual custom elsewhere.
Stock thieves are getting in their work between Vermilion and Lorain according to the Lorain News. Sheep, chickens and stock of all kinds are being stolen from the farmers. Thursday night when C. Dixon of Sunnyside visited his barn at 9:30 he found two of his best cows missing. They had been led toward Lorain. He telephoned the police of that city to be on the watch.
The new Catholic bell was rung for the first time Easter morning.
Clarence Eddy is quite ill at his home on exchange Street
If you would like some fun carnations, phone 134K or call A. W. Copeland, Perry St., Vermilion O.
Married – Sunday, April 11, ‘09, Josh Normandu [sic] and Minnie Water. They will begin housekeeping in part of Mrs. Wittey's house. The groom is employed by L. J. Decker and Co.
The many friends of Mrs. William Rice will be pleased to learn that she is on the road to recovery. Her daughters Mrs. Pretzel of Lorain and Mrs. Wilcox and son of Chicago returned to their homes this week.
The blow last week in which the tug Floss of Cleveland was lost is still showing its effects in tangled nets. And fishermen are still busy caring for them. The heavy weather of the last few days is made to work very difficult.
Good ginger snaps five cents per pound at the Schwensen Bakery, Friday and Saturday, April 16 and 17th. Cakes at wholesale.
Mr. E. L. Coen returned home Friday from Bermuda is where he has been spending the past few months.
DIED – At the home of her daughter, Mrs. W.E. Derr, Mrs. Jackson, ate 73, Wednesday, April 14. Funeral services from the late home Friday at 10:30. Mrs. C Rumsey is also the daughter of the deceased.
Miss Edna Trinter who is been quite ill for some time is convalescing.
Hmmmmmm....
INTERESTING STUFF: Just a few notices that I find very interesting. From the days when there was a good deal of stone shipped from Vermilion's harbor.
One Woman’s Opinion…
Mary Wakefield Buxton
Urbanna, VA the next morning we bid our El Paso relatives good bye and continued on our zig zag journey to California. On the desolate roads of New Mexico, on the way to Santa Fe, we became hopelessly lost on isolated and unmarked mountain roads which finally narrowed down to gravel and then mud paths. It was there, amid the desolate rock, cliff, and pine scrub that was the dismal background for our first major argument.
Perhaps the ferocity of the exchange was due to the fact we were lost, tired and hungry that made issues worse than they were. Or perhaps the storm came because we had foolishly never addressed these issues before. Or maybe it was simply the old mule rule at work which states that when one mule refuses to budge, the next mule will most certainly plant his hooves into the ground too.
It seems funny now after 54 years of married life has passed, but it wasn’t amusing then. It started when my husband happened to mention that he was a Democrat. This was the equivalent of a hand grenade going off in the car. The Wakefield’s were solidly Republican, almost to a man, and it never seriously occurred to me that there were Democrats in the world…but even worse, that I could have possible married one.
“What? What? Surely you jest!” I shouted, my naturally sweet nature totally faded. He did not answer and I could only stare at him in horror. This nice man who was now my husband sitting beside me holding the wheel to our car was a Democrat! Didn’t he realize I would never be able to be married to a Democrat? More silence as the dire truth sunk deeper and deeper down the slippery slopes.
“Well! You will just have to become a Republican!” I cried at last, finally regaining my speech. “If my family ever got wind that I had married a Democrat, I would never be able to show my face in Vermilion again!”
This started him off on a long liberal spiel that I had heard before from all my professors in college about how socialism was the wave of the future and the capitalist world was innately evil and had to convert to socialism in order to survive the rising threat of communism and that the democrat party was far better posed to gain achieve liberal agenda than my party, blah, blah, blah.
My mouth dropped open. I gasped for air, my chest heaved, my face turned beet red and I believe my blood pressure shot up 100 points. For the next hour we argued whether socialism was helping or hurting India (of all things!) with my insistence capitalism was the only way for India to eventually unleash full prosperity for all people and produce tax revenues to help the poor.
‘Government can’t possibly provide jobs for every citizen so a nation must create a strong private sector so that business can provide the necessary jobs!” I shouted, more like a fish wife on the streets of London than a lovely lady from Vermilion, Ohio. And so on, like a tennis ball thwacked from court to court, our conversation went back and forth with no one convincing the other party of the rightness of his or her political party. At least we were no longer arguing over whether the South or North should have prevailed in the Civil War.
The car started to bounce back and forth in mud ruts cut out by logging trucks. “Well, I’m sorry to cut short this marriage but I would never be able to be married to a Democrat! You should have told me!” I added furiously looking at my husband, as if he had kept secret such jolting news that he was a leper or a jail bird.
“Well, I notice you didn’t mention your party affiliation!”
“Well! Really! I shouldn’t have to! One certainly knows everyone in Ohio that is respectable is a Republican!”
“Well everyone in Virginia that is respectable is a Democrat! One isn’t seen with Republicans,” he added.” And so on. Before we knew it we were back to which side was right during the Civil War.
We glowered at each other while at the same time getting deeper and deeper in the no man’s land of New Mexico’s wilds.
Then, we got on religion. It turned out he was Episcopalian, whatever that was, and had no intention of joining my proper Congregational Church. “My church is my birthright!” the Virginian said looking at me coldly, as if I were a bug that had just landed on the sleeve of his shirt. “You will have to convert to my faith.”
That did it. I was now so furious I could not speak but only move my enraged lips but with no sound coming forth. Such disturbances between brides and grooms on Honeymoons are why ministers today insist on pre-marriage counseling? My minister had given us a questionnaire to fill out but unfortunately the arrogant Virginian had been was out at sea and unable to take part in the pre wedding counselling sessions!
Oh what a dastardly thing was marriage! He not only wasn’t a Republican but he would not join my church! Oh, what a fool I was to fall for this stubborn, headstrong southerner! No wonder there was a war years ago with the south! Southerners were an unruly bunch of stubborn, rude and impossible upstarts! I decided there was only one thing to do… bolt as soon as we returned to civilization and hop on the first bus back to Vermilion, Ohio!
A long silence between North and the South settled over us, each licking his wounds and glowering at the other party. Finally, after a long period of silence between the two love birds, Husband spoke. “I’ll make a deal with you, if you join my church, I’ll join your political party.”
I stared icily at the Episcopalian Democrat from Virginia. How could I join a church so far removed from my dear Congregational Church? Oh I had heard about the Episcopalians! They called themselves “protestant” but they catered to the Romans every way possible with holy water, incense, and hovering priests dressed up in robes and head gear as if they were Pope! Still, I thought of the horror of being married to a Democrat. Surely that was worse than becoming an Episcopalian!
There was nothing else to do. On those deserted logging roads in New Mexico, Mr. and Mrs. Mule struck a deal that would last a lifetime. I would become Episcopalian and he would become Republican. As if on cue, the logging road ran into asphalt and we suddenly saw the beautiful sign that pointed in the direction of Santa Fe. We cheered. We had been lost (in more ways than one) but we had returned to civilization. Another round of Pure Bliss? And as the Episcopalians taught me to say….”Thanks be to God!” (To be continued next week) C2017 1183
…sil of any kind on exhibition. The amount in premiums offered at this fair was $70. At a meeting of the Agricultural Board, December 14, 1838, a proposition was received from Licking County Agricultural Society to send delegates with them to Columbus for the purpose of organizing a State agricultural society and O. Jenny and J. V. Vredenburg were sent as delegates.
At the second fair held at Norwalk, October 17, 1839, $118 was offered as premiums, and at the end of the year sixty-seven dollars were in the treasury. In 1840 $129 were offered as premiums, but no account of a fair being held is given. The fair for 1841 was held at Norwalk, November 2. There is no record of any fairs being held in 1842-3-4-5-6 and 7.
Agreeable to public notices in the newspapers of the two counties, on the 15th of March, 1848, the above society was organized in the sheriff's office in the court house at Norwalk, and a constitution adopted. This district society embraced the limits of Huron and Erie counties. In the spring of 1838 the county of Erie had been organized from the northern townships of Huron county. The complete formation of Erie county as it now is, was not completed until 1840. Platt Benedict was the president of this new society, Benj. Benson, secretary, and Luke S. Stow, of Erie, one of the directors. The latter was afterwards, one of its efficient secretaries. It held its first fair at Norwalk, October 12, 1848. This new district society, organized from the two counties seems to have been heartily supported from its inception. At the annual meeting in March 1849, the officers of 1848 were re-elected and Andrew Ainsley, of Erie, added to the directors. A premium was offered for the best farm essay to be read at the coming fair, an example worthy to be commended to our fair managers now.
This fair of 1849 was held at Milan, and the Press said: "The display in all the departments far exceeded any previous fair, and was attended by at least three times the number of spectators. It is pleasing to note the growing interest manifested in agricultural and industrial affairs, and we confidently anticipate the day when Erie and Huron counties will rival in their efforts those of any other in the State." In competition on field crops the following yields were reported per acre: Wheat, 345-bushels; corn, 135 bushels; barley, 587 bushels; oats, 65 3/4 bushels; potatoes, 360 bushels. In 1850 Philo Adams, of Erie, was president; E. M. Barnum, secretary, and Isaac T. Reynolds one of the directors, from Erie. The time of holding the fair, October 10 and 11, at Norwalk. The number present, 8,000. One of the best points made by the speaker of the occasion, who gave the agricultural address was: "That the ulterior object of these annual gatherings for competition is an improvement in the breed of farmers—of men."
In 1851 Philo Adams was president, I. T. Reynolds vice-president, and…
THE BOOK OF COMMON PRAYER - MDCCCLlll: is one of the major works of English Literature. Since its introduction in the sixteenth century, it has had an enormous influence on everything written in English. It has gone through many of revisions, both in England and in the other countries of the Anglican Communion, but the original text is still comprehensible and relevant. Seabury Press was an instrument of the church.
This copy has been sitting on my home desk for months. I’m not exactly sure where (or when) I found it. I believe it belonged to my dad. To my memory he never attended the Congregational Church – except for weddings or funerals – to my knowledge. When an Episcopalian church was founded in Vermilion back in the 1960s he took an active part in it.
Our father was born in Nova Scotia, Canada in 1898 and raised in Portland, Maine. It may be that his immediate family was Episcopalian. But he never spoke of it with me.
It’s interesting to note that dad originally came to Vermilion on a train headed west. He stopped here because his uncle, Reverend Howard Lynch, was pastor of the First Congregational Church (1918-1919). Rev. Lynch would’ve been on his mother’s brother. So it may be that his father, Fred, was the Episcopalian.
The book is not of great monetary value. It is just old.
A lady was teaching Sunday school class. The topic for the day: Easter Sunday and the resurrection of Christ.
"What did Jesus do on this day?" she asked. There was no response, so she gave her students a hint: "It starts with the letter R."
One boy blurted, "Recycle!"
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, "Grandma's Favorites: A Compilation of Recipes from MARGARET SANDERS BUELL by Amy O'Neal, ELIZABETH THOMPSON and MEG WALTER (May 2, 2012). This book very literally will provide one with the flavor of old Vermilion. And ye can also find it at Amazon.com. Take a look.
MARY WAKEFIELD BUXTON'S LATEST BOOK "The Private War of William Styron" is available in paper back for $15.00 with tax and can be purchased locally at Buxton and Buxton Law Office in Urbanna, ordered from any book store, Amazon.com or Brandylane Publishing Company. A signed, hard back edition may be purchased from Mrs. Buxton directly for $30.00 by writing her at Box 488, Urbanna, VA 23175 and including $6.00 for tax, postage and packaging.
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