Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live
SHOPTALK: I probably don’t need to add much to the desktop photos this week. They’re both at Vermilion’s Main Street Beach. But they are, by themselves, somewhat remarkable.
The pic on the shop top is one that perhaps only I appreciate. It is part of the old willow that for many years stood on the northwest side of the walk that led to the beach.
When I was very young, I remember crawling out on a big limb that hung high over the sand trying to work up enough courage to jump from it to the beach below.
I did jump. And I remember being so (personally) proud of myself for having jumped. It took a big leap of faith. And I’ve never forgotten it.
When the powers that be thought it an eyesore and had it removed, I was not happy. The least that could have been done would have been to plant another willow in its place.
The pic on my home desk was also (briefly) on my Facebook page. It’s a wonderous photograph taken from the beach (probably around 1912) when the lake (for some unknown reason) was very low. It was so low it looks as though one could’ve walked to the lighthouse without getting on the breakwall.
It’s a wow pic. Wouldn’t it have been cool too see everything that was under the water?
I have only seen one other photo similar to this before. My friend “Tootie” Reisinger had a photo taken of the shore/beach when the water was low like this.
Amazing – isn’t it?
OPEN & CLOSED: We opened the museum on October 1st and several persons took the tour. And then the number of Covid cases in Ohio increased to numbers not seen since July (over 2000 per day new cases). Ergo, I’ve closed again.
To be candid, Covid, is slowly killing the museum. As some persons may understand, a museum does not depend on visitor traffic alone to survive. Other activities, such as our “Wine Tasting” and “Clambake” events provide a great deal of financial support. Unfortunately, Covid has made them (at least for now) difficult to impossible.
Ergo, if “VV” should suddenly fail to appear on your desktop some Saturday morning and the sign on the door at the museum says “Closed”, we ain’t on vacation (or worse – dead). The electricity was probably shut off.
Historically,
MEMORIES OF A GENTLE CHURCH - BY MARY WAKEFIELD BUXTON: I did not grow up in a religious home. Father was an atheist (he joined the Episcopal Church at age 89) and Mother, although inspired by Norman Vincent Peale, acquiesced to Father. I grew up under the auspices of the First Congregational Church in Vermilion, Ohio, however, because my older sister Alice, whom I adored, went to church every Sunday. Whether this was because of some forbidden faith springing forth in her mind regardless of Father, or whether she just wanted to check in with her many boyfriends I was never sure, but the way I saw it, if Alice went to church, so would I.
Alice once tested her theory of whether there was a God or not. I watched as she commanded her clock radio to turn on if there was a God. To our astonishment, the radio turned on. Could Father have been wrong and had the radio settled the issue?
Our minister, the Reverend Earl T. English was a gentle, kind and intellectual gentleman with perfect grammar and a tendency to quote poetry from the pulpit. He was like Father; soft spoken and sweet-natured, the best sort of man. Our church built on the town square was a white frame building typical of New England architecture with a bell tower on one side. The first floor contained dining area, kitchen and Sunday school classrooms and the place of worship was upstairs. In the low protestant style it was bare of all religious ornaments, stained glass windows or statues and it could well have served as town hall. In those days little girls with mothers planning for them to become lovely ladies wore frilly dresses and straw bonnets covered in flowers, white gloves and shoes that matched our pocketbooks. Today I don’t own a pair of white gloves although I do have a black hat in case I need to attend a funeral, and I never carry a pocketbook. How times have changed.
I sat by Alice in a front pew and had to be careful of my manners because our beloved Uncle Al (whom we called “Black Bear”) who was head of the family company and his wife, Aunt Lydie, sat in the back of the church. They kept their eyes on us. What “Black Bear” and Aunt Lydie thought was important. But a terrible memory of a little girl, bored with the Sunday sermon, suddenly haunts my pen. She is stretched out on the pew with her head on Alice’s lap studying her spanking new patent leather shoes and marveling how the lights in the church’s ceiling sent starry reflections down on her shoes. Nary a religious thought passed through her head. I can feel Alice’s pinch even today. I remembered Black Bear and Aunt Lydie and quickly sat up. As a child I had many things to think about, mainly, whether there really was a God, after all Alice could have set the clock radio to come on just at that very moment, she had been known to trick me on occasion, but, worse, if there really was a God, that meant Father was wrong. This was quite impossible.
I distinctly remember the day, (I was 11 years old) that our minister warned the congregation not to take the Bible story in Genesis literally as it was only a figurative explanation of the origins of life on Earth. This was 1952 and I am amazed that such an idea was expressed in any Christian church in spite of the fact that Darwin’s “Origin of the Species” had rocked the religious world nearly a century before. I knew my father was an evolutionist and would have approved. My minister also believed Christians were good “for good’s sake” and not out of any fear of going to hell, another revolutionary idea. At age 12 I attended confirmation classes and had to memorize the Ten Commandments and the 23rd psalm. I remember that day in church when I recited the words with Black Bear and Aunt Lydie smiling at me. Reverend English presented me my own personal Bible with my name, Mary Ann Wakefield, embossed in gold which I still have in my possession.
When Alice reached the age she could join the choir, I loved seeing her dressed like an angel come down from heaven in her white and maroon robe topped off with a maroon bow at the throat. The choir leader was a strict man, Mr. Nichols, who took music seriously and held a thin baton that he tapped on his podium to keep attention. Amazing grace explains how he kept a bunch of giggling teenagers on proper notes.
Alice took voice lessons from Bertha Woods, a lady with an operatic voice who sang in the choir. One evening at the annual Mother -Daughter banquet where I sat with Aunt Lydie as her daughter (she had no daughter) Alice sang “Songs that my Mother Taught Me.” There wasn’t a dry eye in church.
In high school Alice and I joined the Pilgrim Youth Fellowship and she led religious services on Sunday evenings. Once she appointed me pianist to accompany the group in singing three hymns in the candlelight service. Unfortunately neither of us realized what a candlelight service entailed. Lights were turned off and except for a few tiny candle sparks, the church was as black as a cave. I squinted hard at my music and panicked as my fingers fumbled trying to locate the correct keys to begin “A Mighty Fortress is our God.” “Alice,” I whispered, I can’t see my music!”
“Play!” She commanded. I played all right. But I should have prayed. My chords sounded like music made by a madman. The group tried hard to follow the ensuing cacophony. After one verse I distinctly remember Alice throwing down her Bible into an awaiting pew and heaving her body after it. “Would somebody please turn on the lights!” she pleaded. With a little help from Tom Edison that evening, the service continued.
Our church eventually needed more space for its growing membership and a contemporary church was built nearby. I went off to college and later worked in Cleveland but returned to Vermilion for my wedding in 1963 in the new church. Reverend English, long retired, returned to marry us. It was so good to see him again. My old church is now an antique store. I stop by everytime I return home, walk up the old steps, stand and look at the dusty remains of the altar, choir loft and pews where I once sat. I can still hear the gentle voice of my old minister who believed we are good because we choose to be good. He was God to me. C2020
AT THE THEATRE: There are over 30 videos / audios available at the theatre. I'm adding to the collection as the months pass. During the Covid (or anytime) - it's a good place to visit. I will be adding more this week. During this virus thing I've been learning a good deal about video productions.
I continue to add videos - they keep on coming. Keep watching.
THE DAYS BEFORE SOCIAL MEDIA: I have little affection for “social media”. But as fate will have it, I also can’t ignore it (at least I can’t for now). As an amateur historian I long for the yesteryear when newspapers, radio and televison were the main conduits of information and entertainment – and kids still played in the yard. Well like it or not, times have changed, and one must (as some might say) “go with the flow”. But whilst I’m “flowing” I can’t help but reflect on time not too long ago when people used picture post cards the same way Facebook is used today. Many of those cards were so nice that it’s not really surprising that facsimiles of them are beginning to appear on small billboards around town. However, those are but a few of hundreds actually printed. This week I have placed before ye just a few more from my personal collection:
The first one pictured I call “The Witch of November”. For those far from Vermilion this may be of special interest. One blustery Thursday in November of 2003 the weather was changing. It had been extremely mild far. But then the winds came with the cold air. It was a northwest wind gusting from 40 to 50 mph across Erie's face. I nearly lost my hat several times day.
This photo was taken at the foot of Perry Street. Not only was the lake working up a lather, but one can plainly see that it was very low. I've been along the shore all my life and I've seldom seen that which one can see in this picture. It is especially interesting because, as said, the wind was from the north. There are times when a southern wind naturally lowers the water depth. But not so on that day.
The second card I call “Well Beaten Path”.I 've had this picture/card for some time now. It is, of course, the path from Linwood Park to Cloudy's Ferry on the Vermilion River. This is one of the only things I've bid for on eBay. Ray Boas the fellow who co-wrote the book on Linwood Park with his former wife Karen also wanted it. But as luck would have it, I got it. Had I known he was the other bidder I most likely would have let him have it.
I wanted the card because I'd never seen anything like it before. Given the way Vermilion is built today it is difficult to imagine what it was like early in the 20th century. Or at least it’s hard to imagine it from the vantage point of Linwood looking toward the river. The path winds through what is now the Vermilion Lagoons. This photo makes it easier to realize what it was like years back. If I close my eyes, I can imagine a warm summer day with very little wind. I can smell the vegetation along the path to the ferry, and hear the quiet sounds of afternoon in the marsh.
The card is postmarked September 2, 1925, and has a two-cent stamp. The note was written by a woman named Florence and addressed a person named Donald Weeks who lived at 1622 E. 85th Street in Cleveland. Summer was winding down in Linwood and most of the Pittsburgh folks had gone home. Donald was apparently a young man recovering from some illness.
The third card is relatively common among collectors. [Note: I have the original black and white photograph taken for this card.] It is the “Vermilion Boat Club”. I didn't have to outbid anyone for this card. Late Vermilionite Melvin Bachman gave it to me. Folks involved with today's club might appreciate this card. The club was housed in what is historically known as the "Sail Loft" on Main Street. Today Henry Kishman has his law offices in part of the building. The remainder is, of course, the famous French Restaurant Chez Francois.
The last card I call “An Earlier Time”. Essentially, this is just an earlier view near the same area as the Boat Club card. Like the “Well Beaten Path” photograph the scene and the odors surrounding it are extremely palpable to longtime residents. The scent of the river is something that has, for whatever reason, always seemed friendly to me. It was home; a particularly Vermilion fragrance.
As Vermilion reinvents itself this century, I believe the river and lake fronts will be in the forefront of all development. Recreational as opposed to industrial development seems the only logical recourse for the community. Whatever is ahead of us, the next few years will prove to be very, very interesting. But no matter how things transpire, I am glad we have these great post cards of the yesteryear to remind of the days before social media.
-10/11/2020
YESTERYEAR'S NEWS: The following clips are dictated transcriptions from past issues of The Vermilion News. I think you will find them both interesting and fun...
Last week the citizens of Elyria and students of the Elyria Business College were treated to a practical demonstration of the Stenotype, a machine for taking dictation, to be used in place of the notebook and pen.
Much greater speed and absolute accuracy are the chief advantages of the system, and much enthusiasm was expressed by students and businessmen.
Three hundred and sixty-eight words per minute, new matter, were taken by the demonstrator, and as more than 500 words per minute have been taken the speed of the machine is practically unlimited.
The Elyria business College, because of its high standing was selected as the only school in Northern Ohio to teach this wonderful system of brief writing.
If you are interested in securing an education which will make you independent for life you should enroll with the school.
If you believe in a “Square deal” you will make no mistake, as you are sure you are paying no more than your neighbor and are receiving the best of instruction from experienced teachers.
Notwithstanding that cut rates, free books and carfare have been paid by another school, The Elyria business College has adhered strictly to a “one price to all policy” with the result that its enrollment is as large as the school which boasts of having been established more than half a century, and its graduates not only secure, but hold the best positions.
If interested, you should send for free information. New classes in Shorthand and Stenotype the first Monday of each month. Bookkeeping students may enroll at any time.
Leonard Perham, a farmer living near Birmingham, was run down by a Green Line car, near Birmingham late Wednesday afternoon his right leg being so badly crushed below the knee amputation was necessary.
Perham, who had been drinking was evidently endeavoring to get home, walking along the railroad track. Overcome, he fell headlong into the ditch beside the track, his right leg extending over one of the tracks.
One year ago next Christmas night John Perhim, eight-year-old son of the injured man, was run over and killed by a Lake Shore Electric car on the overhead grade near Ceylon Junction.
The lad and his father had gone to Norwalk Christmas Day, where they visited friends near Alling’s Corners. Early in the evening they set out to walk to their home in Birmingham, following the Green Line tracks. At the crossing of the Green Line and the Lake Shore Electric roads, the boy by some mistake switched over onto the tracks of the Lake Shore Electric Road and continued along that road until he reached the overhead crossing near Ceylon, where he was run down and killed, his body being found early next morning. Later in the day the father identified the body of his son in a morgue. Since then the mother of the boy has died, grieving, it is said, over the sudden death of her son.
The hearing of testimony in a divorce and alimony case of allies of Elizbeth Humphrey against Jefferson Humphrey, was begun in the Common Pleas Court late Tuesday afternoon. The defendant claimed that there was a two-thousand dollar mortgage on his property near Vermilion, and that it was otherwise incumbered. This testimony was introduced for the purpose of having the court place the alimony at a low figure.
[NOTE: Later in the paper this note appeared: Mrs. Margaret Humphrey (I thought her name was Elizabeth) was granted a divorce from Jefferson D. Humphrey by Judge Stahl yesterday. The alimony question was settled out of court, Mrs. Humphrey taking the farm property. I guess the property suddenly became un-incombered.]
The Circuit Court Tuesday heard the appeal of the case of Stuart S. Rathbun against Joseph Unser, suit quiet title to Vermillion property.
The question in the case is as to the ownership of the two lots in the village. The matter of a fense boundary line is also involved.
The cases of George A. Boeckling against the West Huron Sporting Club, and George J. Doerzbach and others, set for hearing before the Circuit Court, were settled, the parties adjusting their differences out-of-court.
E. B. Welch is now making trips to Lorain with the product of his farm in a 3-ton auto truck. The trips are made with more speed than with teams and with greater satisfaction although the hills bothered some when it rained.
[NOTE: This is likely another milestone in Vermilion and American history. It signifies the beginning of the end for using horses and mules to transport farm goods – or any goods – from place to place.]
Sunday night while her Sunday school classmates, six in number were taking part in a playlet and wondering why little Dorothy Backus did not come to take part she was lying at the bottom of the Vermilion River.
Late in the afternoon she with her parents and two brothers one a twin to her, went to the river. A friend promised to take them for a ride in a gasoline launch. When they were ready little Dorothy was missing but it was supposed she had tired of waiting and gone to a friend’s house. After their return from the ride the little girl was still missing. Inquiry at the Congregational church where she was to take part in the entertainment brought no result. Search was made and her handkerchief was found on the dock where she had been playing. The river was dragged and in a little while Ed Lawrence, who was assisting, hooked into the braids of hair and brought the little girl to the surface. The body was found at the stern of one of the Kishman tugs. It is supposed that Dorothy tripped on a rope and fell into the water, probably being stunned by the fall and made no outcry. Little Dorothy was 10 years old last April. The tragedy was a shock to the entire community.
Funeral services were held Tuesday at 1230 P. M. at the home and at 1 P M. From the Congregational church.
Several from here attended the clambake that Loyola on the lake Sunday, and all report a fine time.
The remains of Miss Etta Perkins who died at Norwalk, were brought to Amherst for burial Wednesday afternoon. Miss Perkins formerly lived in Amherst. The remains being interred in the Cleveland St., cemetery.
Many of the older residents of Birmingham will remember Mrs. Mary Andress of Elyria, who was buried at Henrietta last week. She was at one time a resident of this place.
Len Perham while walking down the car track last Wednesday was struck by the westbound car. He was taken immediately to the Oberlin hospital where it was found that one limb was so badly crushed that had to be amputated. His other foot was also injured.
[NOTE: You have already read the other story about Mr. Perham’s mishap. I know that there is / was a great deal of sympathy for Perham’s situation. But I also recall the incident where his son was killed and thought at that time that he had been terribly remiss because he was flat out drunk – as he was when this incident occurred. I believe Perham would have benefitted by a 12-step program had one existed when all of this began. I think he was punishing himself for the entire thing.]
The whole world uses America gold pens.
Surnames were introduced into England by the Normans.
The best recorded speed for a running horse is 62 feet a second.
Seven electric motor trucks will be purchased by the Manila post office.
For several years many of our citizens have been asking for sewers, but the time had not come when we, as a village could take up the matter. The waterworks left us with a heavy bonded indented indebtedness. Now it is believed that the question is ready for consideration. The $35,000 water debt has been cut down to $26,000 and numerous expensive extensions put in and paid for. The system itself is practically self-supporting. The plan of having two sewer systems is now being adopted and it is much cheaper than having one system carrying both storm and water and sewage, which is being found impracticable. Vermilion is fairly well provided with storm sewers but with sanitary provision very poor.
Council is very desirous of securing the opinion of the citizens in general on the subject.
The estimate is given by our engineer is as follows: cost of system and plant to Corporation to be covered by bonded indebtedness, $22,000. Cost of property owners benefited by sewer between 45c and 50c per foot front.
First is to be constructed yet the advantage of the system – No more foul odors on Toledo street and Edson’s Creek and no more cesspools. A good cesspool cost from $25-$50 and even now is being considered by the state as not the proper thing. The sewer system will cost the property owner no more and be safe and healthful. Another thing, several years is given in which to pay the cost.
Within the next few days, a blueprint will be placed on exhibition in the window of the vacant storeroom in the Fischer block. Watch for it.
[NOTE: This as far as local history is concerned is an important development. Can ye imagine life (in town at least) without sanitary sewers? And do you know that there were still some places in town without them right into the late 1950s?]
Workmen are putting a cement floor in the west half of the Fireman’s Hall. This is been a long-needed improvement. Sometime however everyone will see how valuable a lot that corner is and wish that the firemen were in some other location. – Vermilion correspondent to the Register. Yes, sister all know that the corner is a valuable one. It belongs to the village of Vermilion and there is nothing more valuable in the village than a first-class fire equipment with good men to handle it.
Steve Stevenson moved his barbershop into the building vacated by W. M. Forster, just east of Dr. B. B. Buhl’s residence on Liberty street. [NOTE: This is interesting. But too bad it’s so vague. Is this where the White Inn was later located, where George Rathbun’s Store was located or the little barber shop was located. I wish I knew.]
Mrs. Henry Walper went to Cleveland last week and entered a hospital where on Saturday she was operated upon. Her many friends are pleased to learn that she is doing as well as can be expected.
Mrs. Chas. Heidloff and children were taken to the home of her mother at Cleveland this morning in Dall’s auto. The mother has been here during most her illness. Mrs. Heidloff does not improve very rapidly.
Many friends of Mrs. John R. Ries will be sorry to learn that she is quite ill at her home in Lorain.
[NOTE: This refers to Hattie Ries who many persons still casting their shadows on the ground in town knew.
There is a display in Barnhart’s drugstore window, a basket of apples grown by Mr. C. S. Sperry on a tree at least 85 years old. The life of the tree and the quality of the fruit illustrates the great benefits of spraying, which Mr. S. Has practiced for many years.
Mrs. Rachel Rupert, mother of Rev. A. G. Rupert, who was pastor of the M. E. Church of Vermilion for five years, died at Polk, Ashland Co. O., at the home of her son, H. F. Rupert on Monday morning, October 14. Rev. Rupert’s mother spent one year or more with him during his pastorate here. She had not been able to walk for the past four years. Had been a member of the church and a devoted Christian from early youth. She was past 80 years of age.
About 12:30 o’clock Wednesday a westbound limited sideswiped a local car at the Mitawanga switch some six miles west of Vermilion. Several Vermilion people were on the cars and street Commissioner Knott had a gash cut in his head and his nose broken.
The others injured were: Deputy State Fire Marshal, L. H. Smith, badly bruised Mrs. Abner Brown, Cleveland. Local motorman, Truman Brown of Berlin Heights, arm broken. Howard Ruggles, Norwalk, conductor of local cut by glass. Henry Morrison of Clyde bruised and cut. Several and two girls were cut and bruised but their names were not given.
It is reported that the slipping of the trolley from the wire just as the local was entering the switch caused a delay which caused the accident.
Ray Vincent was motorman on the limited.
The primary grade of the public school as it is for the present being housed in the basement the Congregational church. This is a temporary arrangement and is the best that can be done at present. However, it is unfortunate that our village has not the proper facilities that is necessary for its youth.
Mrs. Julia McGregor passed peacefully away at the home of her daughter, Mrs. Eva Ennis of Birmingham, O., Sunday, October 13. Mrs. McGregor has been a resident of this place for fifty years, she was 80 years of age. A husband and three children, also this blessed mother have obeyed the Masters call. One daughter, Mrs. Ennis and two grandsons, Harry Ennis and Will MacGregor are left to mourn their loss.
Shortly after dinner Koran’s Tailor Shop located in the Bolland building was discovered to be on fire. The fire department responded promptly and soon had two streams of water playing on the blaze. In a short time, it was extinguished. Mr. Koran’s equipment and stock was entirely destroyed and the building badly damaged. It is reported that he had $200 insurance. A gasoline explosion is supposed to of been the cause.
The Shoemaker shop next door was slightly damaged by smoke and water. The loss cannot be ascertained present.
Dorothy Hildreth Backus was born Sunday morning, April 27, 1902, in Vermillion Ohio. She went to live with her heaven Lee father, Sunday afternoon, October 13, 1912.
She was one of a pair of twins, William Hunter being the brother.
She was a friend to old and young and will be missed by all.
She leaves to mourn their loss of mother, father, three brothers, a sister and her grandpa, besides a host of relatives and friends.
The funeral was held on Tuesday afternoon from her late residence on Perry Street. After the service at the house the body was taken to the Congregational church where the concluding ceremony was held. The church was filled with friends who had gathered to pay a last tribute of love to the dead child. Throughout the entire service, which was beautiful and impressive, the tears of many flowed in sympathy.
The Pastor, Rev. W. K. Williams spoke on “The Death of the Flowers” and during the service “Rainbow Club,” of which the deceased was vice president, sang “Nearer My God to Thee,” “Rock of Ages,” and “Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep.”
The floral tributes were copious and magnificent and including many handsome expression of friendship for Dorothy.
The pallbearers were six little girls of her Sunday school class, Mrs. Elsie Gegenheimer, Edith Wittmer, Mina Ackerman, Daisy Halloran, Edna Gegenheimer and Mary Brown.
The closing remarks of the pastor, a beautiful and touching tribute to her life was paid. Mr. Williams also being her Sunday school teacher.
The entire class of rule No. 4 in Public School, where Dorothy attended was also present at the funeral service.
Following the church service, interment was made at Maple Grove Cemetery.
“We shall meet, but we shall miss her,/There will be one vacant chair,/We shall linger to caress her/As we read our evening prayer.
WOE:Every generation has its rats.
To reorganize the fire department.
10. To elect for local offices only men of unquestionable character, without considering political creed or religion.
11. To denounce the rulings of Judge Taylor as being biased and nativistic in the extreme.
The following members were elected as a standing committee to guard the interest of the German element, viz.: C. Parson, Jacob Hertel, Ph. Dauch, Adam Bauer, W. F. Meyers, and H. Ruess.
Between 1840 and 1850 German societies were organized in nearly every town in Ohio, and Sandusky had its share. The following societies flourished in those days: Jaeger Company, organized by Captain Louis Traub; Artillerie Company, organized by Dr. Silva, and F. Bollinger; Harmonic Band; Hacken & Leiter Company; Cossuth Garde, J. Bauer, commander; Freie deutsche Harmonie, Sandusky Gesangverein, Freimaenner Verein, Turn Verein, Druids, Odd Fellows, Workingmen's Society, and others.
Sandusky could also boast of two German theaters, the Volks Theater and the Concordia Theater. Some of our most prominent citizens of to-day took an active part. A well preserved programme reads:
IN VON HAUSEN'S BLOCK
December 26, 1S53.
REPERTOIRE—Menschenhass und Reue, by KOTZEBUE.
ADMISSION, 25 CENTS.
Another one:
HUBBARD’S BLOCK, JACKSON STREET
March 3, 1857.
REPERTOIRE—The White Slave.
In an editorial in the Baystadt Democrat of May 1, 1857, Hertel argues that any allusion to religion and politics “should be excluded." Undoubtedly these societies had their ups and downs. The resolutions passed at a meeting that was called for the purpose of expelling four of the unruly members of the Volks Theater, April 20, 1853, is in my possession. The signatures of the following members of this society are attached: Jacob Engels, president: Dr. Silva, secretary; Jacob Bentz, F. G. Willi, Carl Gaa, Gregory Haegy, Georg Von Hansen, Ernst Boeth, Carl Bretz, A. Miller, Georg Bergmoser, Joseph Keller, G. Nusly, Cornel. Schnaitter, Andr. Riesterer, Philip Kunz, Georg Baer, Jacob Steitz, Carl Wagner, M. Malzky, Jacob Alder, L. Baumann, Ph. Lanz, Jacob Baubach, Joh. Walter, Georg Graul, Jacob Schaub, John Bricht, Dr. Lange, N. Auer, Georg Geiss.
JUST A FEW THINGS: There is an abundance of artifacts at the Vermilion History Museum. Although we always conduct guided / personal tours for visitors and talk about many of them – there’s a lot of detail.
Pictured here are sundry items: the pic of the old Birmingham hotel; the plate celebrating an anniversary of the E&R church; and a little knick-knack tray with even more little items on it. (Including an old dog tag for our late pooch Ralf.)
I can’t wait to reopen for good and get back to allowing visitors to peruse their way through. Darn Covid!
The Governor made room on his busy calendar to hear the pleads of one Senora Rodriguez that her husband be released from the state penitentiary. "What was he sentenced for?" asked the Governor gently.
"For stealing bread," replied the offender's wife, nervously fingering her mantilla.
"Is he a good husband?"
"No," she replied frankly, blushing a bit. "He beats me when he gets drunk, he bullies our children, he's unfaithful, and really not much good at all."
"It sounds to me as though you're better off without him," said the Governor. "Why on earth do you want him out of jail?"
"Well," she explained, "we're out of bread again."
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 “Tripping: A Writer’s Journeys.” Signed copies of her new book can be purchased for $15.00 at the Southside Sentinel office or by mail by writing Rappahannock Press, Box 546, Urbanna, VA and adding $6.00 to cover mailing costs and tax. Contact:glongest@ssentinel.com.
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P.O. Box 437
Vermilion, Ohio
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