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Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live

Can I see another's woe and not be in sorrow too? Can I see another's grief and not seek for kind relief? -William Blake.........It only had one fault. I was kind of lousy.-James Thurber.......A small mind and a big mouth as usually found in the same place.-Anon.....This time it's Jerry Lee Lewis and his classic Great Balls of Fire........rnt...............

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SHOPTALK: On the shoptop this week is a great (c. 1898) picture of the old Lake House Hotel that once occupied the southeast corner of Liberty and Division / Main streets. It is one of the oldest photographs of the hotel that I’ve ever seen.

When it was taken the hotel fronted on Division Street. When it was moved down the hill to Exchange Street, where only a reasonable facsimile of it sits today (2015), the north side of the hotel became the main entrance. From all the bikes parked outside the place – and all the folks sitting in the shade of the trees in front – it appears to have been a very popular place.

Across the street (on the right) is the old Pelton-McGraw general store that filled that corner. Currently the Vermilion Municipal offices occupy that corner (in the old Erie County Bank building).

Vermilionite Dave Rathbun contributed this pic along with several other early town photographs. They once belonged to his grandfather George Rathbun.

On my home desk this week is a digital painting of downtown Vermilion (actually facing the opposite direction of the Rathbun pic from opposite the site of the old hotel). The painting is from Vermilion’s Rich Gallery and is available in various sizes.

It is one of my very favorites.

BACK TO CLASS: For the last week or so I’ve been working through a text on Adobe InDesign – and it’s a bear. If I had to grade myself I might get a C- (at best). I find it hard to give it my full attention when I have other things I need to do.

InDesign Lesson #4

Fortunately the weather has been helpful. The snow and cold aren’t real favorable for visiting a museum in a residential area where folks don’t shovel sidewalks (much). I certainly don’t like the weather – but it does give me more time.

I do have to get back to scanning, developing, identifying and properly storing glass negatives. And I want to clear up, and clean up a remaining bedroom in the apartment. So I must begin to budget my time better.

If I didn’t mention it before (or even if I did) I find myself busier now than when I was collecting a paycheck. And I don’t mind it.

MARY WAKEFIELD BUXTON: I failed to mention last week that Mary sent me a series she wrote for her local newspaper (i.e. Becoming a Lady) that she is allowing me to publish in “Views”.

While I’m sure many persons noticed it last week, I intended to preface / introduce the series before I ran it. But as I mentioned above, I’ve been busy. So I ran it without comment (or thanking Mary).

As Vermilionite Mildred Clipson used to say “Thanks a bunch.” (Mary).

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MUSEUM SCHEDULE: Beginning now the museum will be open six days a week from 11 AM to 3 PM. We will be closed on Sundays and Holidays. We are located at 727 Grand Street in Vermilion across the street from Vermilion's historic E&R Church. The museum is open Monday thru Saturday from 11 AM to 3 PM. A small admission donation of $3 (for adults) is requested. Children accompanied with an adult will be admitted free. For Special Tours call: 440-967-4555.

We are closed on Sundays and holidays.

Private tours during those hours and during the evening can be arranged by calling the museum, or stopping in to see us.

FIVE-OH-ONE-CEE-THREE: The museum is a 501(c)(3) organization. Consequently, all donations and memberships for the museum are tax deductible. This is retroactive to November of 2011.

Memberships for the VERMILION NEWS PRINT SHOP MUSEUM are always available. Funds generated will go toward the aforementioned renovations and maintenance of the shop.

A single membership for an adult is $15 a year.
A couple membership is $25 a year.
A student membership is $5.
And a lifetime membership is $100.

If you would like to become a member the VNPSM you can send a check or money order to:

Vermilion Print Shop Museum
727 Grand Street
Vermilion, Ohio 44089


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Glass Negative Class of 1938

Many Unknown Faces

JUST FOUND: As I began sorting through my grandfather's glass negatives during the week I came across the pic above.

I only recognized 2 faces: Jim Hart (1) and Dan Schisler (2). Consequently, I'm thinking that this may have been part of the Vermilion High School Class of 1938.

This isn't a very good photograph, but maybe some persons with better eyesight and memories may recognize some of the other faces.

Currently we have scanned developed, tentatively, identified and properly stored 138 glass plate negatives of around 400.

Edson Street Bridge

"It is a photograph of a well-worn path..."

EDSON STREET BRIDGE (REVISITED): As per usual I was foraging through the years 2011-12 on my computer desperately searching for a long-lost video when I came across (and was distracted by) the accompanying photograph. I found it in a folder of pictures my late brother Al had, for reasons unknown to me, put together. While this photo would not win a blue ribbon at the local art show it is historically relevant. It is a photograph of a well-worn path in the southwest portion of Vermilion Village that we now call Edson Street

Detail-wise it is a very good picture. If you were the photographer you’d be standing on the east side of Edson Creek facing west, about 15 or 20 feet away from the newly constructed bridge over the creek. The year was 1948. A lot of water has definitely passed under that bridge since then. But perhaps more significant are the changes that have taken place around it since that time. While some may recall that the building of this bridge and street were the subject of a column several years ago I will, at the risk of boring some, provide a brief recap of the reason both the bridge and street were constructed.

In the early years of the last century the Howard Stove & Mfg. Company located a heating stove factory on the west side of town. To facilitate the building of the factory shares of property were sold to local citizens. The factory did get built; and it did manufacture some stoves. But within a relatively short period – perhaps only 3 or 4 years – the factory closed leaving behind an empty building, several half-built streets named after U.S. presidents, and some nearly worthless real estate townsfolk referred to as the “Stoveplant Allotment”.

Part of the reason the real estate was of little value was because of its location. As far as industrial development was concerned it would’ve been ideal. But for whatever reason that didn’t happen. Moreover there was only one road (i.e. Adams Street) that allowed a realistic way to enter and leave the property. The main entrance and exit was to the north and required the crossing of 2 sets of busy railroad tracks (i.e. the steam and electric rails) before encountering an extremely busy highway (i.e. Lake Road). It was, to say the very least, a difficult place to live or visit. The upside of the situation – if, in fact, there was one – was that the real estate became affordable for lower income families. And so it was.

Though by 1938 the property’s access and egress was relieved some when the interurban ceased operations, removing their rails, families still had to contend with a busy rail crossing, that had neither lights nor gates, as well as one of the most trafficked highways in Northern Ohio. This was obviously dangerous for residents with automobiles. But it was especially difficult for pedestrians, which by that time included a good number of school children.

Now some may believe most children are dumb – and they may at times be right. But what they certainly are not – is stupid. One does not have to be a rocket scientist to know that the shortest distance between two places is a straight line. So rather than take a long walk across the railroad tracks to the north, and walk along a busy highway, only to have to re-cross those same tracks to go south to school, the youngsters simply walked down a path from their homes on the west side of town, jumped across the creek to get to the school that was only a few blocks east of their homes. They may have picked up a little mud on the way, but they arrived safely and on time. Only if the creek were high would they be forced to take the long route. And the same went for some of the adults who wanted to go to town and had no other means of transport.

Local educators did recognize the problem for these students and offered bus transportation. But most youngsters declined. Aside from being easier and quicker, the walk was always more fun. And so it came to pass that some of the men from the village got together and built a little footbridge over the creek to facilitate pedestrian traffic to and from the allotment. It was hard to argue with the logic of the young people.

In the latter part of the 1940s the Village Council and Mayor Fred Fischer made plans to build a new road that would connect Decatur Street to the east and Adams Street on the west. This included the construction of a new bridge over the creek that would accommodate both auto and foot traffic. The bridge officially opened in the early months of 1949. Originally the street was named Thompson Street. It was changed to Edson Street during the mid 1960s because it was apparently being confused with Thompson Road in the township.

Comparing this photo with the same area 67 years after the fact the changes are astounding. The only house standing near the creek back then was the two-story Malone home (upper left). It’s really and truly a very beautiful area today. And the place many townsfolk knew in a yesteryear as the “Stoveplant Allotment” is a place only familiar to old guys like me and the water that has long since passed along the creek and under the Edson Street bridge on its way to Lake Erie.

Ref: Vermilion Photojournal 08/21/2008; The Vermilion News; 8-21-1947, 4-22-1948, 12-2-1948, and 12-15-1949; Special Thanks to Albert C. Tarrant; Published in the Vermilion Photojournal 02/12/15.

AGAIN - ANOTHER NEW (NOW OLD) THING: Initially I said that "This will not take the place of the "Macabre" stuff all the time - but will supplement whilst I search for more macabre stories to tell." But methinks that it's carved out a niche for itself and the "Macabre stuff" with have to find another.

So stay tuned...

Vol. X – NO.43 – April 4,1907


In the case of Geo Fischer vs. The Maudelton Hotel Co., the receiver, J.J. Fey, has made a report of his receipts and disbursements. The total receipts amounted to $2,614.91 and after paving expenses of $109.19 there is a balance on hand of $2,064.72. Receiver Fey has asked the court for permission to adjust a claim for $100 against the Maudelton Hotel Co. for $0. The claim is for services rendered in caring for persons who were injured in the wreck on the Lake Shore Electric Railroad near Vermilion last summer. No itemized statement has ever been made of the account and the railroad company claims it to be excessive and offers to compromise for $50.

Hiram Yarick, whose wife Bell H. Yarick, sued him for divorce has filed an answer in which he denies all the charges contained in his wife’s petition. He asks that the action be dismissed. The parties have six children whose ages range from 10 to 24 years They live at Berlin Heights.

The will of Mrs. Johanna Young was admitted to probate this week. In accordance with the will of the late Capt. the property is divided equally among the children. No appraisement is to be made. Dan Young is executor.


Myron B. Frisby, 29, sailor, and Miss Anna Elizabeth Fey, 20, both of Vermilion.


The representative businessmen of Vermilion are asked to meet a representative of the Commercial Adding Machine co., tomorrow (Friday) evening to see what can be done to induce the company to locate here. The company rose to spend the first six months making tools, etc. with which to manufacture the machines, and after that will open up the factory. The employees will be taken from Vermilion so far as possible. If you are interested or if you are not interest be at the council chamber at about 7:30 p.m. and listen to the proposition.

Doings of The Council

At the meeting of the council Monday night it was decided that the town didn’t need a chemical engine. We have chemical extinguishers and the animated ones are always best.

Commissioner Schmoll was ordered o trim trees.

The sewer question was one of the topic which caused considerable discussion and we will hear more concerning the matter later.

The sidewalk repairing etc. will soon be brought up probably at next meeting.


Sixteen teams and fully 100 men will be put at work on the Nickel Plate just west of the city this week grading for a double track to be built between Lorain and Kishman’s siding, three miles west.

The grading gang, together with three cars of machinery and equipment arrived in the city yesterday morning over the nickel plate from the wet. The gang is a part of that employed on the grading of a new line building in the southern part of the state, and is a part of the large body of graders under the employ of Contractor Douglas ho holds the contract for the grading on the Nickel Plate.

In addition to the double tracking of the Nickel Plate between Lorain and Cleveland, it is announced that the road will be double tracked to the west of Lorain and Bellevue. The work between this city and Kishman’s is only a portion of the work which was allotted the contractors for the completion this season.

The grading will be on both sides of the track, the plan being to eliminate some of the sharp curves in the road to the west. At these points the main track will be shifted. This work however, will not be accomplished this season as grading must be given a least a winter to settle firmly. – Lorain Times Herald.


Among our sailors who have left for their season’s work or who will soon go are:

Capt. Wm. Blattner, reports at Buffalo next Monday, Steamer Nottingham.

Capt. Hasenflue, Ashland Stmr. City of Naples.

Capt. Full left Monday to fit out the Weeks at Buffalo. Geo Rathbun wills ail as Mate in the Weeks.

There are probably more of our young men going onto the lakes this year then ever before and we presume to say the Vermilion heads the list in number of Captains and sailor when compared with many towns of her size and even larger on the Great Lakes.

We are very fortunate in not losing a sailor last season although several boats manned by Vermilionites met with disaster. We can only hope that this good fortune may continue.


John R. Reis a grocery man of South Lorain this morning purchased the real estate and store at 2009 Penfield avenue which he has heretofore leased for store purposes. The sale includes real estate of 25 feet frontage on Penfield avenue with 150 depth, and a two-story brick block. The consideration is not given. – Times Herald.


Mrs. Wm. Vickertz is on the sick list.

BORN – To Mr. and Mrs. Harmon Kreuger on the Dutch Road, a son, Tuesday March 2, 07.

Geo Rosenkrantz who met with an accident while installing a hoisting machine at Ohio Quarries and whose left leg was so badly injured that it had to be amputated at the knee a few weeks ago mention of which was made in these columns, is at present in a critical condition. The bone was found to be rapidly decaying and on Saturday he was forced to submit to another operation.

The condition of Irad Aiken on the North Ridge is critical.

Mrs. Will Holl who was kicked by a horse a few days ago is now lying in a critical condition.

Wm. Mischka has purchased the J.H. Dute milk route and will endeavor to supply the former owners route with milk and cream.

V.E. McGhee has rented the Eastern room in the Redington Bldg. and on April 10th he will start an up-to-date restaurant. This is in need as Amherst has been without one for the last year.


You didn’t know you could et the fine postals of the School House before and after the Fire at ED GUESSNER’S at 2 for 5 cents.

There are 1600 men on a strike at the Lorain Ship yards.

According to a report from the convention of the Independent Telephone companies at Columbus last week there are nearly half a million telephones in use in Ohio Ten years ago there was only one twentieth as many.

[VV. Ed. Note: Ironically (or not) a similar claim might be made today about cell phones – except there are certainly many more than “a half million” cell phones currently in use.]

Spring had a backset the first of the week; But has somewhat recovered from the freeze although we venture to say that it did the fruit no good. There is a saying that the frogs must have their voices frozen up three times before warm weather really sets in for good.

A riot occurred at Lorain last when a N.P. special consisting of an engine and one coach, attempted to unload a force of men from Lima at the gates of the American Shipbuilding plant. As the train slowed down it was stoned by a mob, every window in the dare being broken and fifteen of the passengers so badly injured they were taken to Cleveland for treatment.


SANITARY FINISH – Ten shades better than carpet at M. Wilbur’s.

W.L. Washburn has purchased the Leimbach place.

The Vermilion Telephone Co. will issue a New directory sometime in May as soon as the “Moving” season is over.

Mr. and Mrs. C. Roscoe returned to their home in Milan Tuesday after spending the past few months with their son Pearl and family.

Ralph Champion the little nephew of Mr. and Mrs. Rice was taken to St. Joseph’s Hospital this week for an operation on his eye. An abscess had formed on the back of the eyeball which endangered his sight.

[VV. Ed. Note: Champion was a pal of the Wakefield boys and Art Copeland. There is a pic at the museum of all the boys together.]

C. Alheit is recovering from an attack of the measles.

BORN –Saturday March 30, 07 to Mr. and Mrs. Lewis Faulhaber a son.

Mr. and Mrs. Robert Kane are the happy parents of a little daughter who arrive Saturday March 30, 07.

Mrs. Dell Cole was operated on at Lakeside Hospital Cleveland for tumor last week. She is doing as well as can be expected.


WANTED – Men for Buffing Room. The F.W. WAKEFIELD BRASS CO.

WANTED – A girl about 15 for the summer o help with housework. Apply to Mrs. E.H. Wakefield – South St.

FOR SALE – 2 New Milch cows and also 1 pr. Full-blooded Angora Goats. Inquire, G.W. Smith – ½ mile West of Joppa Church R.F.D. No 2.


The Diamond Cheese Co. began taking in milk for the season last Monday.

John Feiszli has one of the milk routes for the season.


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By Mary Wakefield Buxton

During the flight south to Randolph Macon Women’s College, changes came quickly. The flight out of Cleveland in 1959 was a turbo jet but when I transferred to the tiny propeller Piedmont aircraft in D.C. bound for Roanoke, I had to hang on to the backs of the seats to walk down the sharply slanting aisle. If that wasn’t startling enough, lunch was a brown bag sandwich which turned out to be peanut butter and jam and a glass bottle of Coke with a straw popping out.

Not that Virginia was any more of a spectacle to me than I was to it. I was dressed in a brown wool tweed suit with a velvet Chesterfield collar, alligator skin high heels and matching pocketbook, topped off with a brown felt bowler’s hat with a pheasant feather sticking straight upward. I was feeling a bit warm. It seemed to me the further south I flew the higher the temperature and humidity levels zoomed. What? What? Was I going to college in the tropics? The stewardess was gorgeous, friendly and made me feel right at home. I wasn’t perspiring in my heavy woolen outfit, she said, only “glowing.” That was new nomenclature for me. She spoke in what I called, a “southern drawl.” When she smiled her eyes sparkled and she wrinkled her nose. It was my first introduction to “southern charm.” I had entered a new world.

When we landed in Roanoke and I stepped off the plane directly onto the airfield, the hot moist air hit me like the heat of an oven. A bevy of lovely girls surrounded me all speaking in southern drawls and wrinkling noses. Everything was described as “cute,” a word that was used as often as “awesome” is today. They were dressed sensibly in sleeveless white cotton blouses and skirts and they wore loafers with no socks or stockings. North met South below the Mason–Dixon line and we looked at each other with stunned looks. “So this is how the other half lives,” I thought. I should have to practice that fetching southern smile and wrinkled nose trick in front of a mirror to see how southern charm would look on me.

Recovering from the initial shock we all felt - that all young women in America did not dress or speak or act the same - we soon chattered like magpies. An hour later our van arrived in Lynchburg, a hilly town with a hotel tucked in amongst stores, buildings and tall brick chimneys sticking up throughout the city like red plastic rulers, and the distant sign that read in surprising red neon letters: “HOT VIRGIN.” One of the girls explained it was the Hotel Virginia with a few letters burned out.

“They seem to have a difficult time keeping those neon letters lit,” she pronounced with a note of disgust in her voice which mystified me. I had come to Lynchburg with very little experience in sexual matters, a very good option from the past that girls should consider today, but one that can make catching on to off color jokes a bit difficult.

We were soon driving out the elegant Rivermont Avenue that led to the impressive red brick walls of the college campus, passing spacious homes along the way. We turned into the college entrance and drove through the rolling manicured lawns surrounding the stately white columned red brick buildings for which the campus is known.

I was taken to the 4th floor, West dorm where I met my new roommate from Maryland, a daughter of a high ranking military officer. We would share a twin bedded room together for the first year.

Finally I could shed my heavy wool suit and cool off in a cold shower. On my way back to my room with a bath towel wrapped around me, someone’s father, who was on the floor helping his daughter move in, spotted me and followed my wet foot prints down the linoleum floor to my room.

“Well, hello there, honey,” he said in a friendly tone. Horrified, clutching my towel, I slammed the door shut with his just managing to remove his foot from the jamb before it was cut off. I pulled the lock shut and dove to the closet to climb into some cooler clothes. First lessons learned: wear no wool in Virginia in September and all fathers are not like my own father. What dreadful shocks on both counts. I supposed there would be more shocks ahead.

I stood in front of the mirror over my dresser. “How ya‘ll doin’, honey?” I practiced saying to myself all the while smiling with sparkly eyes and a wrinkled nose. Not bad. Maybe there was hope for Miss Wakefield from Ohio to get a little charm, after all? Maybe even become a lovely lady? I wondered how long such magical transformation would take.

[VV. Ed. Note: Mary was kind enough to forward me this series to be used in "Views". The series will be running in the Southside Sentinel (NY) in separate columns starting March 5.]

"The township was named after the principle river
emptying into the lake through its territory..."

THE FIRE-LANDS: I found the following information re: the early inhabitants of our area to be extremely informative. Methinks you will also.

I am getting better at transcribing these passages so there are fewer mistakes. But I like to read as I go - and sometimes I fill in the blanks. So tread carefully this trail through yesteryear.

The following series will take thee to the townships south of Vermilion. Methinks you'll find this history quite fascinating.



By Hudson Tuttle

…He was an expert swimmer. When it became necessary to cross a stream he could not ford, he would tie his wardrobe into as small a bundle as possible, cross the stream with them, and return for his compass.

His father was Ashbel Ruggles, a descendant of one of three brothers who came from Scotland, but just what year is not known. His mother was a Bostwick. Almon was a twin. His brother Alfred died in infancy.

His father was in indigent circumstances when he was a boy, and he went to live with an uncle, who was a Presbyterian deacon, and very parsimonious. He refused to give young Ruggles an education, or to even give him an opportunity to acquire one. He obtained his first book by catching woodchucks, tanning the skins, and braiding them into whip lashes for the market. As Providence helps the man who helps himself, so this young man was prospered. Six months was the sum of his school days, yet by application, he fitted himself for teaching, and taught in an academy for some time. The very obstacles to be overcome, gave him that energy and strength of character, which ever after characterized his public and private life. He was a self-made man in the best sense of the word. His own early struggles with poverty, gave him active sympathies with the poor pioneers of this country. All regarded him as a friend, and many of them depended on him for support in all emergencies. He had a store of general merchandise, and trusted all those who could not pay. It is said of him that he might have been very rich had he been disposed to grind the face of poverty. He preferred to live more unselfishly, and merit the confidence and respect of his fellows. He not only encouraged the early settlers with material aid, but with cheerful looks and kind words. He was always jolly, and enjoyed fun, and all enjoyed his society. He represented this senatorial district in the State legislature in 1816-17-19, when the district consisted of the counties of Ashtabula, Geauga, Portage, Cuyahoga and Huron, and in 1820, when it consisted of Cuyahoga and Huron. He was associate judge for several years, under the old constitution. His ability, his integrity, his knowledge of the country and people, eminently qualified him for the places he filled, and it is said of him, that in all his public life, no official misconduct stained his record, or cast a shadow on his character. He was an earnest worker in the Whig party, and a personal friend of General Harrison.

He was twice married. His second wife was a widow, Mrs. Rhoda Buck nee Sprague. He has two living children: Mrs. Dr. Phillips, of Berlin Heights, and Richard, who married Miss Eleanor E. Post, of Berlin. He lives on the homestead. Charles married Miss Mary Douglass for his first wife, and Miss Julia Mallory for his second. He was a member of no church, but was equally liberal with all, opening his dwelling for meetings and for the entertainment of the ministers. He was too large a man for wrongdoing, and too liberal and kind to treat any with incivility. Such a life never ends, so long as grateful children and grandchildren walk in its echoes. Such men can walk fearlessly and confidingly down into the great future to meet whatever awaits them there. He passed in to the “Beyond” July 17, 1840, in the sixty-ninth year of his age.


was born in Greenwich, Washington county. New York, June 33, 1793. At the age of nineteen, he enlisted as a soldier in the war of 1812 with Captain Cook, in the New York militia, and was honorably discharged. The command of Captain Cook did efficient service, and suffered much. At the time of his decease he was drawing a pension for service rendered during that war.

In 1815, at the age of twenty-two, he purchased his first farm in Lock, Cayuga county. New York. June 3, 1819, he was united in marriage with Orpha Morse, daughter of Judge Morse, of the same county, by whom he hid seven children, five of whom are living.

In 1830, he came to Ohio with his family, and settled in Berlin, where he lived until his decease. June 26, 1836, his wife died, and, on the 20th of June 1837, he married' Roxana S. Heath who survives him. He was converted to Christianity at the age of twenty-three, and entered the ministry of the Methodist…

Excerpts from: The Fire Lands, Comprising Huron and Erie Counties, Ohio; W.W. Williams - 1879 -
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Homitz Pocket Watch


GRANDFATHER'S TIMEPIECE: Vermilionite Frank Homitz brought this artifact into the shop a few days ago. It's a silver pocket watch that once belonged to his grandfather. While the crystal is missing the watch is still working. It was made in Waltham Massachusetts around the turn of the last century.

As is obvious, it has several keys for winding it on the leather braid attached to the piece. I'm not very knowledgeable about old (or new) watches - and this is the first time I've seen one that had keys for winding.

This both an interesting and historically precious artifact.


Sometimes, when I'm in class, I dream that I'm on a tropical island, with a dozen or more scantily clad females beside me, sitting under a huge palm tree, with some soft gentle music being played on some traditional wood instruments of that region, and a cool gentle breeze caressing my tanned body. I do all this while trying to forget I'm in a classroom.

Of course, it would be so much easier without everyone yelling at me to keep teaching.

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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'".

Pay particular note to the "Hope Homes" page during the next few months / years. They are constantly improving the lives of their youngsters and those around them. This is an exciting project accomplished by exciting people.

Although this Vermilion High School Class of 1959 reunion is over classmates may want to stay connected with each other through organizerROGER BOUGHTON. Ye can connect by mailing him @ 2205 SW 10th Ave. Austin, MN. 55912 or you can just emailRoger.

Persons interested in the history of the Lake Shore Electric Railway (which was the subject of a recent past podcast series) - "the greatest electaric railway system on the planet" may want to go to Amazon.com and purchase a book called "Images of Rail - Lake Shore Electric Railway". It was put together by Thomas J. Patton with the help of my friends DENNIS LAMONT and ALBERT DOANE. It'd make a nice gift.

Another great book with Vermilion Roots is, "Grandmas’ Favorites: A Compilation of Recipes from MARGARET SANDERS BUELL by Amy O’Neal, ELIZABETH THOMPSON and MEG WALTER (May 2, 2012). This book very literally will provide one with the flavor of old Vermilion. And ye can also find it at Amazon.com. Take a look.

MARY WAKEFIELD BUXTON’S LATEST BOOK “The Private War of William Styron” is available in paper back for $15.00 with tax and can be purchased locally at Buxton and Buxton Law Office in Urbanna, ordered from any book store, Amazon.com or Brandylane Publishing Company. A signed, hard back edition may be purchased from Mrs. Buxton directly for $30.00 by writing her at Box 488, Urbanna, VA 23175 and including $6.00 for tax, postage and packaging.

THE BEAT GOES ON: This page is generated by a dreaded Macintosh Computer and is written and designed by (me) Rich Tarrant. It will change weekly ~ usually on Saturday. Bookmark the URL (Universal Resource Locater) and come back at your own leisure. Send the page to your friends (and enemies if you wish). If you have something to share with those who visit this page, pass it on. And if you see something that is in need of correction do the same. My sister, Nancy, is a great help in that respect. It only takes me a week to get things right. And follow the links. You might find something you like. If you experience a problem with them let me know. Also, if you want to see past editions of this eZine check the new archives links below.

If you're looking for my old links section (pictured) I've replaced it with a pull-down menu (visible in the small box next to the word "Go"). If you're looking for links to more Vermilion history check that menu.

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