Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live
SHOPTALK: On the computer desktops this week are (as is obvious to many) two pix of the Vermilion History Museum. Nice.
The pic on the shoptop is the most recent. I took it Thursday morning from the drive of the E&R church just across the street. And the one on my home desk was taken from about the same spot 10 years earlier.
The roof was the very first thing we did after we acquired the property. Geo and I had mortgaged our home to purchase the building (including the kitchen sink) – and had borrowed enough money to make some immediate improvements (i.e., the roof, the wiring downstairs and a new low-pressure steam boiler that, as I’ve been grousing about as of late, failed).
Many of the other improvements to the building, at least on the exterior, are rather subtle. We were fortunate to get some financial help with a grant through Main Street, Inc./ the city that allowed us to have the building painted and to reconstruct the back porch to look much as it had in years past. I have documented most all the work done inside and outside the building during the last 10 years ad nauseum.
And to add that collection below is a pic of the new boiler that was installed late last week. I should add that the cost of having to replace the old one was (at least from my point-of-view) significant. But it is really nice.
AN UPSIDE TO THE DOWNSIDE Setting aside the disruption and expense of the new boiler the experience of having it installed has inadvertently caused me to begin doing some rearranging of things that I probably should have done a long time ago.
I had been reluctant to just throw everything that was sitting around the old shop for a hundred years (or less) in the trash where some (or most) of it belongs.
But the inconvenience caused by having all that stuff in the way of getting a new boiler into the building made me take a serious look at some of it. And some of it is (unless some good soul has a reason to have it) is just that: Trash.
And thus, am I moved to treat it as such. This way I can make more room for (as the late comedian George Carlin used to say) “More Stuff.”
So, there is an upside to the downside.
AND THANKS: To all those kid folks who contributed to our cause during this terrible Covid thing I want ye to know that your contributions have been extremely helpful. And when spring comes and we’ve all been inoculated, I am hoping to see each of you at the museum and thank you in person. So please stay well. And thank you, thank you, thank you.
Historically,
JACK BALLOG: Flipping through a dilapidated photo album that my brother “Bud”/Phil apparently put together during – or shortly after – his tour with the U.S. Army in Korea during that war, I came across this photo. It is late Vermilionite John Arthur “Jack” “Tiny” Ballog standing by a very frozen Lake Erie c.1947.
At that time, he lived in what always appeared to me to be a tar-paper shack adjacent to Vermilion’s Main Street Beach. It was right across the street from F.W. Wakefield’s Harborview home. The incongruity of the scene did not escape me. Today another little house occupies the space. But I believe the city is going to make is disappear and install a parking lot. Again, the incongruity does not escape me.
But there, Jack lived with his mother, Irene, and younger brother Donald. And Jack (who I always knew as Tiny) was a friend of two of my older brothers – Phil who I’ve already mentioned, and our oldest sibling and brother, Bill.
Jack was born on the 22nd day of November in 1927. Like his father and namesake, John, Jack was also a heavy equipment operator – I assume for Thew Shovel in Lorain. His younger brother, Don, spent 20 years in the Army retiring as a Sergeant First Class and settling in New Port Richey Florida where he passed away at the age of 80 in 2010.
Jack did not fare as well as his brother. He and his mother left their lakeside home and moved to a home at 783 Perry Street (near South Street School. It had been, at one time, the home of Charlie, Golda and Cheryl Barber). In failing health, Mrs. Ballog lived for a time at Hall’s Nursing Home on the northeast corner of Liberty and Decatur streets (across from what is currently the VPD). She died there in 1969. His father, John, died in his Lorain home in 1979 at the age of 77. When Thew Shovel had ceased operations in 1976 Jack retired.
On Wednesday, May 21, 1980 Jack “Tiny” Ballog was found deceased in his Perry Street residence. He had died very much alone. He was 52. Life had certainly “short-changed” Tiny.
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've not added anything for a time. But there's a good deal there to enjoy. Take a peek or two or three.
ONE THING ALWAYS LEADS TO ANOTHER: It began as I slept one night. I dreamed of an afternoon I first met a girl named Judy Owen. I don’t believe the family had lived in town too long when my friends and I met her along with, perhaps, her younger sister Nancy playing on the big lawn in front of South Street School. Judy’s family lived on Decatur Street close to what was then the high school. Slowly waking from my sleep, another family came to mind. They lived very near the Owens – on the same street: the Ollis family – brothers Darrell, Ron and their sister Anita.
Anita later married Vermilionite Warren Mehnert, a fact that brought me to thinking about Warren’s mother (Olive) Jeanette. Jeanette’s first husband was a fellow named Kent Lindsley. He was the manager of the A&P Store when it was in the Fischer building on the southeast corner of Liberty and Division (now Main) Street. Mr. Lindsley who died rather young – at 37 – grew up in Brownhelm. The reason I mention that is because Mrs. Mehnert also came of age there. Her maiden name was French. This led me to recall that she was late Vermilionite Mary Smith’s sister.
Mary was married to Sterling Smith. They kept a tidy home at the very west end of South Street. They had an extremely large garden (almost a farm) and were actively involved in raising nut trees (Ohio Nut Growers Association). And this thought led me to think about Sterling’s brother, who was a very well-known Vermilion personality named Warren.
Warren was what one might term to be a real entrepreneur. Many folks knew him as “Smitty”. When automobiles began to replace the horse and electric interurban as primary modes of transportation Smitty kept a gasoline and tire shop on Liberty Avenue just west of the river bridge. Also, along the river below the store, he operated a boat livery business and lived with his wife Emily in an apartment above that operation. Today the entire area, including Smitty’s old gas and tire shop, is the site of Don Parsons Inc. Marina. But back to Smitty for a moment.
Warren’s wife’s maiden name was Emily Roberts. She had a younger brother named George. George initially assisted his brother-in-law with his gas and tire shop. He later came to operate his own service stations at various sites in Vermilion. His first station was a tiny one that sat on the corner of Liberty and Decatur streets where the VPD is currently located. He later had a Shell Station on the northwest corner of Liberty and Washington streets that is currently a parking lot for the library. After that he built a new service station (currently Wise & Son Auto Services) next to the old Kroger / Buyer’s Fair (currently the new Moes Boat House).
Anyway, George Roberts married Grace Feiszli. Grace had grown up in beautiful downtown Axtel Ohio. Her oldest brother, also named George, was killed in France during WW1. He was one of Vermilion’s first casualties in that war. Another brother, Amos (1910-2009) was a great guy that very many persons in Vermilion knew and liked. One of his sons, Glenn (also widely known and well liked), lives on Ferry Street behind and next to the Ritter Library. And this brought me to thinking about that area (i.e., the southwest corner of Ferry and Grand Streets) known as Hanover Square.
At the turn of the 20th century Hanover Square was the site of a school building villagers called the “Seminary”. After the State Street School was built in 1874 it was no longer needed as a school, so it was moved to the east side of Grand Street one door north of the railroad. Later Vermilion’s first water tower occupied the square. By that time the Seminary building that had formerly occupied the site had been renovated and became a commercial entity locals called the “Wells Building”.
In the waning years of the 19th century the George Whitmore family from Greensprings Ohio came to Vermillion starting and operating a weekly newspaper they called The Vermilion News in the Wells building. The entire Whitmore family were ambitious entrepreneurs, and for a number of years the building was used, not only for the newspaper, but other rooms were used by them as a millenary store, a laundry and their living quarters. In 1901 my grandparents (Pearl and Elizabeth “Bessie” Roscoe) purchased the newspaper and printing equipment for several hundred dollars. And in 1904 they moved the print shop / newspaper just across the tracks to the south to a new building where they also took up residence. And that’s where I am at this moment in time – only it’s 117 years after the fact.
It may seem odd that dreaming of someone on a cold winter night in January would take someone on such a journey. But I suspect you know how it is. One thing always leads to another…
- Sunday, January 24, 2021
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...
Randolph Marchus who for the past eight years has been superintendent of Linwood Park will be give place to W. W. McCreary, who was superintendent before Mr. Marchus. Mr. and Mrs. Marchus and family have many friends who will be sorry to learn of this change. Mr. Marchus has yet no definite plans for the future.
Mr. McCreary needs no introduction to the people of Vermilion and patrons of the park. He has many friends among them who will be pleased to welcome him as superintendent.
Mr. McCreary and family are present residents of Naperville, Ill.
The joint installation of the G. A. R. And W. R. C. last Thursday evening was the best and most enjoyable ever held by these organizations. The hall was crowded with the members and their guests and the ceremonies were carried out in first-class form. After the installing of the G. A. R. Officers the W. R. C. Officers were installed by Mrs. Wilmore, in an able manner. This ceremony is especially impressive and all who took part did so to perfection. After the installation, Mayor Wakefield gave a short address as did also several visitors. Mrs. Elizabeth Kane gave one of her readings which was appreciated by all.
The guests were invited to the dining room where a fine supper was served. After supper the band played a number of selections while those who wished, danced. It was well on toward midnight when the gathering broke up. The entire evening was one of joy, but one note of sadness was sounded and that was the realization that, yet a few years and the G. A. R. will be no more, and those who defended their country’s honor in the days of the “Great Rebellion” will have answered to the last roll call.
Under direction of City Engineer Wagar, the complete sewer equipment of Sandusky, both operative and proposed, is to be mapped out into one new complete sewer map. Plans will also be prepared for the drainage of the South end. PLANS WILL ALSO BE MADE FOR ONE OR MORE DISPOSAL PLANTS.
Plans will also be made, with an estimate of cost, for the waterworks intake from Lake Erie. This will be done by direction of the state board of health which is already not only forbidden further drainage into the bay but demands that the water supply shall come from Lake Erie. It is not likely that this latter demand will be insisted upon, if a sewage disposal plant is built, but the city must furnish the plans and estimates before it can get permits to construct any more sewers.
No community is complete without its athletics and clean sports. It has often been said by eminent students of the problem that the “morality of any town was no higher than the standard of Athletics in that town.”
If this is true, and it has all the earmarks of the truth, no town can expect a high state of morality and culture until it has adopted the need of such an institution as part of its life.
Today no town or community, without a provision for the physical development of its young, as well as old, is considered complete. Until such is provided, we cannot have it said that we are properly caring for our younger element of population. The need of a gymnasium is axiomatic.
In most communities today, we find a proper solution to the difficulty in “The Institutional Church”. Possibly no movement affords a greater chance for work that produces results than the church with its institutional features. The object and purposes are beyond criticism. Time was, not so long ago, when even the mention of such a thing would have aroused the constituency of most any church. Today it is the direct opposite. Every denomination in the in the land is urging the necessity of this work, and as a result, all our larger churches have adopted the plan with surprising results.
As a help in any community, the good that can be accomplished is beyond estimate. The combination of Religious, Social and Physical work gives it a powerful influence for good overall when it comes in contact. In fact, it assumes the work of a Y. M. And Y. W. C. A. Under admirable conditions.
In the construction of such a plant, a gym is not only concluded as being the most important feature, but Social and Recreational rooms are installed thereby caring for the other demands of youth. No plant is complete without its Reading Room, Showers Baths, Social Room and Games. Bowling alleys, Box Ball, Pool Tables, smaller games are made a part of the work. They are most legitimate at that. The youth will seek out these pleasures and unless the Institution grants them under a wholesome and clean atmosphere, they will find them elsewhere in a far worse environment in most cases. The argument in their favor, while objected to by some who still cling to old ideas and conservatisms, is yet irrefutable and convincing, and as a result the church puts a heavy stamp of approval upon the operation.
One such institution in any place can completely change that community in two years’ time or less. Invariable the morality jumps in leaps and bounds, and the character and manner of the young takes a remarkable step in the upward direction. There are thousands of men and women today in our country who gladly testify to the fact that they have been started on healthy, successful lives and careers by the Y. M. C. A., the Gymnasium and the Institutional Church.
The question is not one of, can it be done. Nor is it one of finance. It must be made a question of the Value of life and of character!
A parent naturally desires that their child go right in life, that he developed physically, and morally learning the best in life rather than the mean, and that the best possible atmosphere and surrounding be given him in the purest and the pursuit of this object. What better privileges afforded any child to achieve this than such an institution, which gives him a strong body, pure atmosphere, high ideals, healthy recreation, and enjoyment of pleasures he desires where they are made wholesome.
[NOTE: Wow! While I can’t say that I totally disagree with the sentiment expressed in this piece I view it as being overkill. I find it interesting because I could see myself writing such a thing in my 30s or 40s. This is not just promoting a gym – it’s promoting the creation of an all-inclusive recreation center. It’s not wrong. It’s just pie-in-the-sky thinking.]
The Pittsburgh Steamship Co. will have a Vermilion man for the Master of their flagship Farrell, now being completed at the Lorain shipyards. Capt. F. A. Bailey is the fortunate man. We understand that the ship is to have the finest fittings of any boat on the Great Lakes, and we can well feel satisfied satisfaction that although, Vermilion may be behind in some things, when a good man is wanted as master of a steamship, a Vermilion man gets the job.
The other appointments made from Vermilion are:
Stmr. Baker, G. A. Bell Stmr. Ream, Chas. Gegenheimer Stmr. Zenith City, Henry Walper Stmr. Dixon, W. H. Moody
R. L. Kane will be first mate of the Black, A. T. Patchett of the Crawford and Chas. Corbin second mate of the Eads.
We are unable to give the other appointments this week.
BORN – to Mr. and Mrs. Werner Zilch a daughter, Sunday, Jan. 26.
BORN – to Mr. Mrs. Chris Fakrin, a daughter, Friday, Jan. 24, ‘13.
BORN – to Mr. and Mrs. Henry Woiczokowski, a son, Friday, Jan. 24, 1913.
The condition of Mrs. Frank Mischka who was taken to this St. Joseph Hospital is slightly improved.
Wm. Bunting is spending several days at Columbus attending an anti-alcohol state convention in session there this week.
Mrs. Mattie Jenne was quite seriously injured last week when she was going into the barn, the barn door fell on her.
L. C. Lassen has been appointed a patrolman on the Elyria police force and commenced his duties Saturday.
The board of public service received word from James Quigley of Cleveland that he has refused the position of Supt. of electric light plant and the board have hired D. F. Shook, of Cleveland in his place.
Mrs. John Groicivitz went to Calvary Cemetery, three miles east of Amherst, to place a wreath of flowers on the grave of her husband, who was killed a week ago by a 180-foot fall at the Ohio quarries, and discovered that the ghouls had stolen the corpse.
The funeral services of the infant son of Mr. and Mrs. Joseph Gentile was held from St. Joseph’s church Monday morning, Rev. Fr. Espen officiated and burial took place in Saint Joseph’s Catholic Cemetery.
A New York woman is said to have worked her way to the top of the telephone business; but we can’t say that we can approve of members of her sex climbing such tall poles.
The Vermilion high school basketball team will soon be in line to play all the teams and surrounding towns.
The Vermilion garage has several 1913 Ford automobiles which they will be pleased to show anyone at any time.
A new snowplow built more scientifically and substantially was put into commission Wednesday morning at about four o’clock and by the time most people were eating breakfast one man, Perry Fast, with a horse, had cleaned over half the walks in town. The plow seems to work in a more satisfactory manner than the old one. The cost of cleaning the walks will be greatly reduced.
Mrs. Davidson who has been sick for the past two weeks is on the gain.
Miss Evelyn Haley of the “Reporter” of Huron was at the NEWS office on business Tuesday.
Find new player piano has been installed recently in the home of Capt. George Bell and family.
Word comes from St. Petersburg Florida, that Mrs. Chas. Balson, who has been seriously ill for some time is improving slowly.
Mr. H. S. Cuddeback is reported on the sick list.
The work on the undergrade, on Sandusky St., is nearing completion.
Scout Floyd has been elected Asst. Patrol Leader of patrol No.4.
We are hoping to commence a Fife and Drum Corps among our boys.
The following new scouts were admitted two weeks ago; Lawrence Driver, Raymond Leidheiser and Lloyd Kishman.
The following boys have been reported on the sick list. Scouts, Linwood Shaw, William Law, Percy Cullen and William Barber.
Scouts William Wakefield and Kenneth Vaughn received their scout suits during the week and are most proud of the same. We expect to have suits for scouts Harry Phillips, Floyd Hall, Lloyd Kishman and Frank Baker within a short space of time.
Our organization received into the membership at the last meeting, Frank Baker, who makes the thirty-second scout and thus completes the Company, until after the camping season. No other names will now be considered until September, when the charter me again be opened and more received.
Mrs. T. Nelson who has been ill for the past four or five weeks is at this writing quite sick.
Mrs. Ella Andress who broke her limb at the home of her son Chas. Klary south of Birmingham is reported getting along nicely.
Mr. and Mrs. Ira Judson and son William were at the Milan Monday. Mr. Judson is looking at young horses with a view of buying a young team.
Little Erie Wallace of the second grade in school met with a painful accident Monday at school. It was caused by one of the spring doors closing on her thumb cutting the flesh on the inner side of the thumb to the bone and nail. It is thought that the door was pushed by someone of the other children. Every effort will be made to save the thumb from amputation.
Lt. William E. Gilmore who was recently transferred from the post of Cadet Commander at Ithaca N.Y., the 13th Infantry stationed in the Philippines has been visiting his brother Roy Gilmore and family at Huron.
Mary Wakefield Buxton
I entered 6th grade in the Vermilion, Ohio public Schools in the fall of 1953 with no particular terror even though my teacher was the fearful Miss Kropf who was known as no nonsense when it came to behavior, but a wonderful teacher. I loved her. She and Mrs. Mehnert who taught 4th grade were probably my favorite elementary teachers. Miss Kropf was known for being demanding in her expectations of students, who, perhaps at that age, were rather unmotivated and not much interested in school, and she had what I treasured so much, a great sense of humor. I can hear her what only can be described as a roaring laugh even, all these many years later, as she enjoyed some antic or funny event in the classroom.
I liked her so much I pestered her until she gave me her first two numbers of her unlisted telephone number and I tried using other numbers relentlessly until I hit the jackpot and she answered the phone. “Who is this?” she demanded as I giggled at my triumph.
To celebrate my great success Polly Warner and I packed our lunches and biked all the way to Axtel one Saturday morning to surprise her at her Saturday work in the general sore. That was a long trip from my home on West Lake Road in Vermilion. My legs were sore for days. I guess she knew how much I adored her.
We enjoyed a great deal of freedom growing up in Vermilion, Ohio in the more innocent times of the late 40s and early 50s. I wonder how many parents would let their young children bike to Axtel from West Lake Road today?
We learned a lot that year, but we had fun too. One memory was a week when the entire class listened to her desk radio broadcasting the world series. Half the class supported the Dodgers and the other half, the Yankees. Each student had created some silly homemade sign to perch on desks to notify the side we supported. I can’t remember which team won, only how amused I was that half the class supported one team and the other half the other. Kind of like politics is today.
I remember ballroom dancing was introduced to us that year during lunch hour and we were excused by rows to the auditorium to dance to records played by Miss Stukey or Miss Ridenour. We learned to polka, waltz and foxtrot. Jitterbug had not yet arrived on the scene. It was such fun. Once when I was doing a fast polka with Nick Mayer who later became Vermilion’s Chief of Police, my back zipper came undone. I was mortified because at that age such things were incredibly embarrassing. The record “Sincerely” by the McGuire Sisters was played a lot and when it was time to go back to class the record was always “Good Night, Irene.”
I was grateful for Miss Kovanic’s music class at 9:15.Here we sang songs such as “Whoopi Ti Yi Yo, Get Along Little Doggie,” “Home on the Range” or the work song of the “Volga Boatmen,” whoever they were.
Ohio Public Schools in those years insisted on perfect diction from all students. One day a professional speech therapist came to town to listen to our speech. Mine was found imperfect and a call was made to my mother suggesting I should be sent to a special summer camp to improve my diction.
What? What?” Mother shouted over the phone. “We love our daughter’s diction!”
“She is not pronouncing her Rs correctly. She sounds “southern,“ he added.
Mother was outraged. “We like the way she speaks!” She slammed the old black phone into its cradle and that was that. But she carried on for weeks. “What nuisance! The very idea of someone calling me to suggest my daughter doesn’t have perfect speech!” The poor Ohio Public system never lived that call down, at least with my mother. And I do believe I now sound “southern” after living in Virginia since 1959.
Then the handwriting specialist came to visit our school from Columbus. He gave us handwriting tests and, lo and behold, I was found to have perfect handwriting. Our family had a good laugh about that because Miss Kropf thought my handwriting atrocious and had never given me a higher grade than a “C” in handwriting. Soon I received a certificate from Ohio saying I had perfect handwriting and that grading period Miss Kropf gave me an “A” but the next grading period I was back to my usual “C.” So much for perfect diction and handwriting.
Then the Vermilion Schools decided a little religion would do us all some good and so they ordered the first period each day would be spent at the local E and R Church to sing hymns such as “Come, come, come to the church in the wildwood” (which I much preferred to the Volga Boatmen) and hear Reverend Greenwald give us a little sermonette about Christian living. We walked in single file, giggling as only 12-year-olds do, to church each day and then afterwards back to the class much improved morally.
When Father heard about it, however, he was indignant. “Separation of church and state does not allow for religious training of any sort in the public schools!” he announced and off he went to the school to register his complaint.
I was immediately excused from the daily routine and from that point on I sat alone with Miss Kropf each morning as my classmates departed to church. I don’t think Miss Kropf much liked Father’s stand on the issue, but Father had the U.S. Constitution on his side.
My discomfort at being singled out over father’s correct principle did not last long. Soon the religious program was canceled, and I was soon back in Miss Kropf’s good graces once again.
The worst memory that year was sister Alice had somehow injured her spine and had to have surgery that fused some of her legbone secured by a steel pin into her spine. I knew the surgery was scheduled for 10am that awful morning. I was in music class watching the big clock on the wall move toward the designated time. At exactly 10am I burst into tears, probably right in the middle of a round of “Whoopee Ti-Yi-Yo!” and I wept pitifully. I remember David Halley comforting me after class. His father was a doctor, and he later became a surgeon himself, and he seemed to understand the terror I felt for my sister.
The great joy that year was my braces came off. I had been going to Oberlin for 3 years to have a dentist straighten my front teeth. I was so self-conscious coming back to class. John Herchler sat in front of me, turned around and said “smile.” I smiled. “Your teeth look great!” he said much to my relief.
Odd how we remember the past. As I have written my memories that entire year has come back to me and left me deliriously happy. I almost feel through the rich memories of the past that I am 12 years old and back home in Vermilion once again.
[NOTE: MWB, who is currently in Florida, is doing a good deal of writing this winter on her memories of growing up in Vermilion. She has been made them available for use in VV.]
©2021 Mary Wakefield Buxton
I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY: In a hurry I opted to used this clip without seeing it - so I'm at a loss to say anything about it.
…the Democracy became decimated and those of the Republican party largely increased. The office of prosecuting attorney between the years 1860 and 1870, was held by F.W. Cogswell, a Republican; sheriff by D.S. Worthington and Jesse Davis, both Republicans; clerk by John J. Penfield, George W. Penfield and George O. Selkirk, all Republicans; probate judge by George Morton and A.W. Hendry, both Republicans; recorder by James W. Cook, John W. Reed and William A. Till, all Republicans; auditor by George W. Smith and Ebenezer Merry, Republicans, and the office of treasurer, W.H. McFall and James D. Chamberlain, both Republicans.
After the close of the war there became a desire to reward with office those who had been in the service. To this end nearly all of the local offices were filled with soldiers, who had no difficulty in obtaining a nomination in the convention, and who had to make but little effort to secure an election, as the Republican majority in the county reached, on certain occasions, something like seven, eight or nine hundred. But after a number of year many people became tired of this and began to realize the fact that a person that had not a soldier record had no chance for a position. This drove many to support the candidates of other parties.
Then, again, after the Republicans had been in power, both in general and local politics, there became a growing dissatisfaction with the party and a desire for a change. These things resulted in a gradual diminution of the Republican vote and a corresponding increase of the Democratic, until the parties were again nearly equally divided, and not infrequently would the minority party of the county elect a candidate to an important office. The floating vote, as a rule, inclines to a growing party, and as a result of this and other causes; the Democracy succeeding in capturing, not only most of the fat offices, but in a few years had a decided majority. And it is a fact that during the last six or eight years that party has been in the ascendancy in the county, although it is evident that the majority is becoming less with each succeeding year. Of the present officers of the county nearly all are Democrats.
Elsewhere in this chapter reference has been made to the anti-slavery principles, so strongly advocated by Francis D. Parish. This idea with him was by no means a desire to become conspicuous among his fellow men, but rather the result of deep conviction. The early history of his connection with the antislavery party and its few adherents in this county, became an important feature of the political history of the county, insomuch that in compliance with a general request, we feel constrained to enter somewhat into the detail of that history; and from the further fact that but little, if anything, has heretofore been written upon that subject.
For the facts following upon this matter the writer depends upon the autobiography of Mr. Parish, written some years prior to the time of his death, and never appearing in print heretofore, although the case at law, growing out…
EDDIE'S BOOK: If Eddie Solomon knew anything he certainly knew that SERVICE was the name of the game when it come to the restaurant (or any other) business. And so, he wrote a book about it. It's not a thriller. But it is a "keeper".
Q: What do you call a boomerang that doesn't work?
A: A stick
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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.
DAVE’S NEW BOOK: Views readers might remember Dave Schwensen’s humor column, “Something To Laugh About” that ran in the Vermilion Photojournal, Sandusky Register and others. Dave has chosen 144 of the columns that he still thinks “are funny” and compiled them into his new book of the same name. It’s available through Amazon.com and other online sellers in paperback and eBook. If you’re interested in a signed copy click on Dave’s email @ DAVE.
To purchase the book on Amazon click here: SOMETHING TO LAUGH ABOUT
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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