Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live
SHOPTALK: On my home desk this week is one my grandfather’s wonderful pix forever engraved on glass. In fact, were I to give a title to it I would simply call it “Glass”. I can remove all the imperfections on the negative – but I won’t. It’s a beautiful composition: authentic; natural, chaste. Vermilion at Main Street Beach, neath the willow, c. 1910. There is clarity to it that I find very compelling and unusual. Moreover, it is an historic document.
On the shop’s top this week is just that old beautiful pic of Hotel Linwood that I’ve used in the past. Today it’s hard to imagine such a huge building having been along the shore in the park. How on earth could it have disappeared?
SLOW BUT STEADY: For the last week or so I’ve been taking things somewhat easy. It took me a month to realize that it’s a bad idea to push my recuperation (from hip surgery) too hard. I’m not used to having people do some very simple things for me. It used to be that the phrase “I can’t” was a matter of choice. Now I know what it means to understand it as fact. I have been an impatient patient and have found that it doesn’t pay. So now I move ahead slowly but steadily. Perhaps buy the end of August I’ll be able to mambo. If so, it’ll be a true miracle. That’s because I didn’t know how to do it before now.
Historically,
TOM & ME (AGAIN): I don’t know where this pic came from but I seem to recall when and where it was taken. It was probably in the summer of 1953. I think the car was likely the creation of Tom Boone’s dad who lived across the street from the Tarrant home at 510 Perry Street in Vermilion. Tom’s the driver and I was the (rather uncomfortable) passenger. The pic was taken in the side yard of our family home. In the background was Tom’s cousin Jake’s house – and the house on the corner was the summer residence of a family called the Norton’s. The Norton’s lived on the east side of Cleveland – perhaps in Mayfield or South Euclid.
It was the summer that our gang became interested in building little cars that could be driven down the hill from the railroad tracks in front of our homes like the soapbox derby cars. I recall that I really didn’t like these little vehicles because they didn’t fit the image of what they should be that I had in my head.
Always a dreamer of dreams that were just out of my reach, by the next day I was somewhere else with a new dream that never quite came true.
PROHIBITION FACTS AND ARTIFACTS: Almost 100 years have passed since representatives of the U.S. Government, in their infinite wisdom, passed the 18 Amendment to our Constitution: “After one year from the ratification of this article the manufacture, sale, or transportation of intoxicating liquors within, the importation thereof into, or the exportation thereof from the United States and all territory subject to the jurisdiction thereof for beverage purposes is hereby prohibited.” It seemed like the right thing to do. And for the next 33 years perhaps no law – and most certainly no Constitutional Amendment – was ever ignored more frequently by the American public. “Prohibition” as then Kentucky U.S. Representative J. Campbell Cantrill once put it, “was tantamount to “legalizing the manufacture of intoxicating liquor without taxation.”
Following the American Civil War many communities throughout our nation exercised something called “Local Option”. That was to allow local communities an ability to accept or reject national legislation (e.g., concerning the sale of alcoholic liquor). By and large the intention was to initiate a grassroots movement that would result in a national Prohibition law. But it was not until an organization called the Anti-Saloon League, organized in 1893 in Oberlin, Ohio, that the movement really took off. Drawing heavy support from religious organizations and their congregations the movement steadily grew. It should interest some to note that the league was not a “temperance movement” like similar movements of those days. In fact, whether one used alcohol or not, was unimportant. The Anti-Saloon League was not a temperance movement. It was a “legislative” movement.
Well, we know what happened. The movement caught fire and the 18th Amendment was passed to what was probably both the joy and chagrin of the American public – depending on which side of the issue one stood. American President Herbert Hoover called it “The noble experiment.” But as the years turned it might have been better termed “The ignoble failure”. For those who promoted the law had expected sales of clothing and household goods to skyrocket. Real estate developers and landlords expected rents to rise as saloons closed and neighborhoods improved. Soft drink and confectioners expected their sales to increase. And theater owners expected new crowds as Americans looked for new ways to entertain themselves without alcohol. But none of that happened. In fact, just with the closing of the distilleries thousands of jobs and related businesses and jobs disappeared. But more to the point, state and federal governments lost a good deal of money when the excise taxes once generated by alcohol sales were eliminated. In fact, it is estimated that the federal government lost $11 billion in tax revenue while paying out $300 million trying to enforce the law. But worse than all that the “Noble Experiment “ also succeeded in making criminals of millions of persons who were otherwise law-abiding citizens. Finally on December 5, 1933 American legislators saw the proverbial light, and the 21st Amendment to our Constitution was passed ending Prohibition.
Eight decades after the fact we are left with numerous romantic tales of rumrunner’s speedboats and specially outfitted fish tugs outrunning – and sometimes out gunning – the Coast Guard on the Great Lakes, along with stories of pseudo-secret speakeasies where “Joe sent me” was the preferred price of admission – fun stuff. But unfortunately, few true artifacts of that yesteryear actually remain. So imagine my surprise and glee when I received the following communiqué from a Toledo man just last week:
“Good morning! I was just doing a google search on the Toledo Fish Co. and your page happened to come up with a very interesting photo of the Toledo Fish Co. tug. As it happens, I am doing some research for my uncle, who is helping restore a home near mine in Toledo's historic Old West End neighborhood. In a fascinating discovery, he noticed some of the stair treads sounded odd, opened up a few, and found dozens of cubbies filled with unopened bottles of prohibition-era bourbon, whiskey, and gin! Opening a basement wall, he found more bottles.”
Pictured is the aforementioned tug that was modified to expel its exhaust into the water to muffle the sound. The inset snaps are bottles of gin and bourbon that had, until just recently, been secreted away for probably 90 or more years. Unfortunately the construction workers on the home were not terribly interested in the historical aspect of the find and had removed most of the bottles of Gordon’s Dry Gin and Pebble Ford bourbon by the time these photos were taken. But no matter, the pictures of the find actually took my breath away.
I’ve no doubt that similar hiding places were once used in various Vermilion homes during that era. But I doubt that any of the booze once secreted therein still exists. (Note: I would refrain from tearing my house apart in search of similar items.) In this particular instance, the booze uncovered was there because the owner died prematurely in 1924. And while I don’t know, and have asked, what became of the liquor discovered in the Toledo home, I’d like to believe that some of it has carefully found its way to a local museum – along with the photographs – where it might age for another century or two, and allow another generation of Americans to observe and learn about a significant era in American and Ohio history.
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...
Village Council met in regular session Tuesday evening with all members present except Krapp, Messrs Nichols & Muhlberg, engineers were present with a report. (Now hold your breath) Their estimate on the disposal plant and sewerage system located and planned as suggested by the State Board of Health is ONLY $64,000 almost 3 times the amount first estimated. The Council immediately called the whole matter to a halt. It seems the larger part of the expenses caused by trying to build against the natural flow of the water, which would require deep digging and heavy fills for the filters. It would also require pumps.
If the sewer could be constructed similar to the Lakewood plant the expense would be very little different than first estimated. So it rests for the present.
Another matter brought to the attention of the Council was the bicycle riding on the sidewalks especially on the walk to Linwood Park. The speeding of automobiles through town with was also brought up. An ordinance regulating the speed of automobiles will probably result. Mr. Schmoll was ordered to procure signs and place them.
The fire chief was present and invited the Mayor and council to go to Chagrin Falls with them in August 11.
The firemen asked that the hose cart and engine be painted and a cement floor placed in the firehouse. This was referred to the fire committee. The matter of the electric road raising track was brought up and the question of the placing of the gravel as now being done criticized.
After ordering payment of the bills Council adjourned.
Berlin Heights and Milan teams will cross bats at Crystal Beach next Sunday. Both towns have strong teams and will put up a good game. Berlin Heights will be assisted by several of well-known Oberlin players, and Cassel will pitch. Game called at the usual time.
C. A. Trinter has resigned his position as clerk of the Board of Trustees and A.E. Beeckel has taken the position. Bear this in mind when you go to pay the water rent which is now due now.
This week, and possibly one or two weeks thereafter, the NEWS will appear in an abbreviated form.
We have adopted this plan in order to remove our present typesetting machine and replace it with another much better suited to our need needs and which will enable us to much more extensive reports of many things which we are now compelled to barely mention; also to handle almost any quantity of news matter up to the very last minute of going to press.
Another feature of this new machine is that instead of setting up type it sets up type molds and cast the entire line from melted metal. This gives the reader a paper printed from clean new type each issue. A full description of this new and strictly up to date machine will be printed later; and as soon as it is in full operation we will be pleased to have anyone interested come in to see it.
Robert C. Hagerman, County Commissioner and well-known resident of Black River Township, was stricken with apoplexy at his home Thursday afternoon and died in a few minutes following the attack without regaining consciousness. Mr. Hagerman was working in the hayfield with a farmhand named Oral Best, and had just remarked that the load of hay which had been loaded would be the last one hall to the barn as he intended going to Elyria. Best thrust a fork full of hay to the load and failing to see Mr. Hagerman, climbed upon the load and found him lying facedown in the hay.
Help was summoned and the dying man carried to a shady spot under a nearby tree, but a contraction of the muscles of the fingers was the only sign of life on the prostate body.
Before any of the members of the family could reach his side the stricken man expired surrounded by a few men who were working in the surrounding fields.
Mr. Hagerman was 36 years of age leaves a wife, two sons and a daughter to mourn his untimely death. Seven brothers and three sisters also survive; who together with a large circle of friends are prostrated with grief with the suddenness of the event which removes such a kind father and so true a friend.
The deceased was married to Miss Katherine Huessner six years ago and since that time has resided on a farm about 1 mile west of Lorrain where he commanded the respect of the entire community.
The funeral was held from the Evangelical church in Lorain Sunday afternoon. – Elyria Telegram.
Mr. Hagerman was a brother to Mrs. M. J. Trinter of this place.
Walter Nieding, seven-year-old son of George Nieding died in 5 o'clock Monday morning from a complication of diseases. Notice of funeral published later.
The funeral of Mariat Slack, the-year-old daughter of Matthew Slack who died Friday from his spinal meningitis, was held from the family residence on Sunday at 1:30 PM.
The funeral of the late Hamer N. Steele was held on Friday afternoon. The services were conducted by Rev. Black of the Methodist Church. The Masons conducted the services at the grave.
The postmortem examination, Hill over the remains of H.N. Steele, show that was brought on from abscesses of the liver.
Amherst seems overrun with tramps of late.
Walter Grugell ran a knife in his leg just above the knee, the wound will lay them up for a short time.
The annual Quarrymen's picnic was held at Cedar Point Saturday. A large crowd was in attendance.
Mrs. Charles Miller who was operated upon at Mount Sinai hospital at Cleveland a few weeks ago, was brought home Monday.
Elmer Tracy who was taken to the hospital at Lorain a short time ago and operated upon for appendicitis is reported seriously ill. His parents have been called to his bedside.
The Leonheiser jewelry store is being rebuilt.
Farmers in this vicinity lost heavily in Thursday’s storm.
The Boys Brigade is at Fries landing this week.
Dr. Crile of Cleveland operated on William McCormick Thursday for appendicitis.
The steamer Brown which has been in port here for more than a year left Saturday for the upper lakes with a cargo of coal.
The horse belonging to John Miller fell and broke its leg Sunday morning while crossing the railroad tracks and had to be killed.
The waterworks plant is rapidly nearing completion and will probably be in running order by the latter part of September.
John Stick will start his gas well Wednesday.
Miss Kullman is seriously ill at this writing.
Mrs. Martin Springer of Oberlin Road is seriously ill.
Henry Kingsley is rushing with his hay for he is keeping three teams busy.
The storm last Thursday done [sic] considerable damage in our neighborhood.
Several of the children in our neighborhood are assisting John Herkler in berry picking.
V. Leimbach had quite an accident one day last week while hauling a he turned to short and capsized a big load of hay in the ditch.
JUNE BUGS – Well a few of them have arrived.
Mr. George P Wahl moved his family to Linnwood for the summer last week.
George Otto was nursing a badly sprained ankle at his home at Ceylon Jct., which he received while alighting from a car near Ruggles one day last week.
Haiman Holzhauer who mysteriously disappeared from his home near Oak point several weeks ago has been located at Huron.
Capt. Moody visited his family here yesterday. Mrs. Moody and children returned with him for a trip on the lakes.
The fish tug Geo. A. Floss of Cleveland was put into commission again last week. This is the tug that was wrecked during the severe storm of April 16 and carried to death Capt. Barry and his crew and two passengers.
Deputies of the dairy and food department Wednesday, cause the rest of J. M. Garrett of Huron and Charles A. Fehr the Pemberville druggists who are charged with selling all adulterated iodine, and V. M. Wright of Massillon who is charged with violating the vinegar law. The iodine sold by Fehr is said by chemists to contain denatured alcohol.
Alta Weiss the girl pitcher who is working her way through college by her work on the baseball diamond will be out of the game for some time as a result of an accident. Monday. While playing at the Fremont in the second inning she had a finger split while trying to stop a swiftly batted ball. – Norwalk Reflector.
The Maud Elton is doing a rushing business at present. All the rooms are occupied and the dining room was well filled during the meal hours.
400 for dinner and has many for supper is the report from the Wagner House Monday.
Liva Brown was born in the state of New York in 1830, and with his parents came to Ohio when six years of age. For 65 years of his life he lived on the farm where he died July 4, 1909. He was married to Miss Clara Harris in 1851 and to this union four children were born. One son and three daughters: Jerry, Ara, Bertha and Clara, of these Jerry and Clara are still living and the other two preceded the father to the spirit world. He leaves the wife to whom he was married for 58 years, two children, seven grandchildren, three great grandchildren, also two sisters, Mrs. Bodfish, Cleveland, Ohio; Mrs. Case, Marshall Michigan; and a brother, Mr. Jerry Brown, La Crescent, Minnesota, and a host of friends. He was a good citizen and the old neighbors speak of his him in the highest of terms.
The funeral sermon was preached at the home where he resided so many years, by Rev. J. W. H. Brown, pastor of the Methodist Church.
Monday just as Mrs. Anderson accompanied by another lady were driving home with Mr. Mrs. Anderson's favorite horse an auto decorated with flags passed them just below the Diamond Cheese company's factory. While passing one of the flags touched the horse, which became unmanageable and went through a bar wire fence with the buggy cutting the horse up in bad shape. The ladies escaped injury.
Berlin Heights
Huron defeated Berlin that Crystal Beach Saturday.
Superintendent A. L. Irey successfully passed examination it was granted a life certificate last week.
Gasoline is taken another reason price.
Henry Haber left this week for his duties on the steamer hacker.
Hmmmmmm....
IN THE MAIL:During the past week I received the following message from Brenda Baumhart Mezz :
Hi Rich,
This is Brenda Baumhart Mezz. I have been planning to write you for a while and the Baumhart pics in the last two issues have given me the impetus to finally do that. Thanks again for the PR for the Baumharts - I am glad somebody is keeping the name alive in Vermilion. Too bad it has to be in the cause of history only. I hope more of the other memorable Vermilion names are still there. They made for an interesting history and, I believe, a unique mixture of people. I hate to see that change.
I have a few minor corrections for you in the Baumhart/Hart saga. It is a little complex - took me a while to put it all together when I did the genealogy. First: Peter Hart married two Baumhart sisters, not just Aunt Em. He was married first to Martha Baumhart who died in 1891 and was the mother of Albert Hart and Bertha. I looked up Bertha's dates and she was born only a couple of weeks before her Mother died - so I am guessing that had something to do with it. Emily Baumhart was indeed the mother of Alice Hart - I remember Alice vividly. She was as plain and plainspoken as they come and the epitome of a spinster - marched to the drug store faithfully every day of her life in sensible shoes and never left the home she was apparently born in. She once told me at a funeral, concerning the deceased "He'll never do that again." Meaning to die, of course. Some kind of joke, I guess.
All three houses were in the same little section between Huron and Perry Streets - A.D.'s, the Harts and the old house where the third sister, Mayme Baumhart lived and, I think, Augustus and family as well. Another thing - Augustus was an immigrant but a babe in arms when the family brought him - the youngest of five children who all came together in 1835 or thereabouts. They came into New York and across the top of Ohio along the lake. The real immigrants were Elias Baumhart and Anna Martha Gleim. Elias farmed the land where the old Ford plant was in Lorain - along the lake and Baumhart road, of course. Adam Johann or Johann Adam was the oldest (I have seen it both ways) and raised his huge family there - I ran across an article recently that showed the old Baumhart house along Baumhart road just before it was torn down for the Ford Plant. The family apparently left that farm to Adam and the rest moved on over to Erie County. Elias is buried in Maple Grove as well as Augustus and his wife Anna Margaret Claus, born in Brownhelm.
Besides Johann Adam and Augustus - Elias and Anna Martha had three daughters - one married a man named Cloepfil and moved to Missouri - the other two married in Vermilion - Anna Catherine to William Brooks and Elizabeth to Jacob Sherats (Sherod?). Those family names might still be there? Maybe not.
I appreciated the details you gave on what became of each of the five Baumhart brothers. And I am presuming the saloon pianist who married so often and always took good care of the men before they died and left her money - was my cousin Louise. One other little tidbit regarding your information. I didn't realize until recently when I reread Effie Washburn's obit that Dave (my uncle) had also been stricken with the Spanish Flu but recovered. Interesting.
I wish you well on your recovery this year. I don't know if I mentioned it, but I fell and broke my shoulder last fall and have been recovering myself - regaining the use of my right arm. Thankfully - I can still drive a car - now that I have switched to an automatic shift. I have been writing up a storm in my down time at home and have produced 100 pages of German history based on the Baumhart family history. Actually it is a collection of 15 short tales (with historical notes) that includes material from what is now called "Deep Ancestry" - things from science, anthropology, genetics and early man as well as historical events through the emergence of Hessen and The Protestant Reformation. I have it to about 1600 - the point at which I can name the first actual Baumhart. I also have a time-traveling wizard as my guide who makes the whole thing more entertaining than it would otherwise be with an eye to making it palatable to younger people. I am wondering if you would be interested in reading it? Truth is I would like to place it somewhere up there in the area for people to read. I was hoping you could advise me on which genealogical library or archive or collection of historical stuff might like to have a copy.
Thanks again for all you do - and get well fast without doing any more reckless things. (Sorry this is so long.)
Brenda Baumhart Mezz
OF SOME INTEREST: Shadducks Grove was most certainly the place in those good old days.
Trudy can be contacted at: tla8849@aol.com
ARIA: ARIA: It was a fitting first name for the sleek 128.5-foot steam powered yacht. Built by the Charles L. Seabury Gas Engine & Power Company in Morris Heights, NY in 1899 the steel hulled vessel had a gross tonnage of 119 and a net tonnage of 81. Christened as the Aria when built she would assume 6 more names before disappearing from the U.S. Merchant Vessel registry (official number 107470) in 1943.
She was the Aria (1899-1904), the Wacondah (1904-12), Isabella (1912-16), Kasha (1916-19), Fortuna (1919-36), Theo (1936-39), and finally the Spindrift (1939-43).
This Pearl Roscoe photograph of the beautiful vessel moored along Vermilion Harbor’s west breakwall was taken on Sunday August 13, 1916. At the time the yacht was officially registered as the Isabella. But folks along the river, and perhaps even the owner, referred to her as La Belle. (Again an appropriate name.)
The yacht was owned by Lakewood Ohio automobile pioneer Alexander Winton. Winton, who was commonly recognized as a “trigger-tempered Scot” (a trait with which I sincerely identify), had migrated to America from his home in Scotland in 1878; to Cleveland in 1882; and 14 years later produced the first American-built automobile sold commercially in our nation. The Cleveland Yacht Club Commodore, Winton, had brought the vessel to Vermilion in celebration of Vermilion Boat Club’s third annual South Shore Regatta. Because the wind had turned, and was blowing hard from the northeast on the second day of the regatta, all the lake races had been postponed, and spectators had an opportunity to take a good look at this boat, and others, in the harbor.
While this is not the only, nor the best, photograph Roscoe took of La Belle on that summer morning nearly 89 years ago, it is the only one that affords us a reasonably good idea of the vessel’s size and synoptic beauty.
During my six decades along this stream I’ve seen only one other yacht that would compare in size to this one in the harbor. That vessel belonged to a gentleman named Bill Miller who, I believe, kept a summer home in the Vermilion Lagoons and had some connection to folks in Linwood Park. Mr. Miller owned several auto dealerships and wintered in Florida.
But I digress. This photo was taken dockside at Cloudy’s Ferry (VPJ 2-17-05) looking west. The tired building to the left (south) of Winton’s yacht is Tom Ball’s Boathouse/Shanty. Today that building would be very close to where Dr. Ruth Read and Ted Wakefield’s lakefront home once stood. The flag on the mast to the left is the Cleveland Yacht Club flag, and the one on the right is Winton’s personal flag.
In 1936, as the Theo, the great yacht would be converted to gas power. And seven years later, as previously indicated, she would disappear from the U.S. registry altogether. I guess like the old soldiers proverb “old yachts (and arias) never die - they just fade away”.
…"The number of prisoners of war confined on the island during the year 1864 ranged as follows, varied chiefly by new acquisitions and special exchanges: January, 31, 2,603; February 29, 2,206; March 31, 2,192; April 30, 2,088; May 31, 2,134; June 30, 2,309; July 31, 2,441; August 31, 2,556; September 30, 2,663; October 31, 2,621; November 30, 2,747; December 31, 3,209.
"From the foregoing tables it appears that the average strength of prisoners for the different years was as follows: Average for 1862, 788; 1863, 1,205; 1864, 2,480.
"In 1865, until discharges on oath of allegiance or parole became more numerous, following the surrender of Lee's army, the number of prisoners ranged considerably higher, and excepting about one hundred, they were all officers of the rebel army and navy, of all grades, from second lieutenant to major-general.
"Here were officers enough for an army and navy of eighty thousand men. They were within a short distance of the Canada main, and still nearer to a Canada island. The prevailing sympathy in Canada was largely in favor of the rebels; and their every facility and encouragement, short of direct participation in our war, was extended to the large rebel force from the rebel army and navy maintained in Canada to effect a rescue of these rebel officers. If by such efforts war should be brought on between the United States and England a great point would be gained by the rebels. No other depot of prisoners of war was on a frontier or exposed like this. During the season of navigation it could be reached from Canada in a few hours night run, and during the winter season men and teams could conveniently cross the lake from island to island, not over five miles of ice intervening in any place. During the season of ice the location of the depot of prisoners practically ceased to be an island. The capture of that depot or the rescue of the prisoners confined there, would not only be of immense advantage to the rebel cause and give them great éclat, but would be a deep humiliation to our government and people, and would almost certainly be attended by attacks upon our lake commerce and devastation upon our lake towns. The rebel officers confined at the island had a large range of acquaintances and friends in the loyal States. For them the rebel emissaries traveling in those States, and the secret orders known as the 'Knights of the Golden Circle’ and 'Sons of Liberty,' had an especial sympathy, and were anxious to aid them by means of rescue, or with places of refuge and concealment. They had the means of knowing each other. These facts, with the difficulty about exchanges, stimulated machinations for rescue, front and rear, and kept the prisoners constantly on the qui vive, ready for any desperate adventure until after the fall of Petersburg."
It appears that there was but a single well organized attempt to effect a rescue of the prisoners on Johnson's Island, and that attempt was made in the…
FROM MAURER-WIKEL: This is a little item that I’d long forgotten about. It’s from the days when the Maurer-Wikel dairy delivered milk to our doorsteps every morning – like the newspapers. Stick this little note pad in the top of one of the empty milk bottles on your doorstep and the milkman would grant your wish. Those were the days when if left on the steps too long the cream would rise to the top of the bottle and push the paper cap off. Those were the days…
A man owned a small farm in Iowa. The Iowa Wage and Hour Department claimed he was not paying proper wages to his help and sent an agent out to interview him.
"I need a list of your employees and how much you pay them," demanded the agent.
"Well, there are my hired hands. One has been with me for four years, the other for three. I pay them each $600 a week, plus free room and board.
The cook has been here for 18 months, and I pay her $500 a month plus free room and board. Then there's the half-wit that works here about 18 hours a day. He takes home $10 a week and I buy him a bottle of bourbon every week to keep him going," replied the farmer.
"That's the guy I want to talk to, the half-wit," said the agent.
The farmer said, "That would be me."
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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