Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live

Laugh and the world laughs with you, snore and you sleep alone. - Anthony Burgess......Today a reader, tomorrow a leader.- Margaret Fuller.....A lie told often enough becomes the truth. - Vladmir Lenin....He told me of his life on the tree and I both laughed and cringed.-.rnt...............

January 25, 2020> Old Vermilion and the old shop


SHOPTALK: On my home desk this week is an old pic of the back of the history museum on Grand Street before we renovated. It was, in three words, a fine mess. Next week I’ll show you the way it now appears. You will be amazed.

I really and truly didn’t know where I was going with this project when we got started about eight years back. I had an idea, but no real way to make it materialize. Thanks mostly to my wife (Georgi) and brother Al, as well a great Board of Directors, we’ve come along quite nicely.

I would like to expand in the future but, again, that’s easier said than done. There’s still a good deal of work to be done on this part of the project.

On my shop desk is an interesting facsimile of a postcard with which many folks are probably familiar. Taken from the middle of what today is Main Street (probably close to the old Wagner Hotel) looking southeast. There’ve been a few changes since this pic was taken.

One of the many things I find interesting in this photo is the north side of the building that is now adjacent to the building that currently haunts the corner of Liberty and Main streets (i.e. the Fischer Building). I fairly certain that the Fischer building can be accessed (today) from the one seen in the pic. But It’s been a long time since I was inside that building. At one time (the 50s) Paul Ludlow had an upstairs studio there.

I like the big wagon on the right that someone was using to haul visitors about town. And the cannon balls? Somewhere late Vermilion historian George Wakefield mentioned that some boys long ago took them and rolled them down the hill by the fish houses into the river. Methinks it was a fond personal memory.

A COMPUTER PROBLEM This week I ran into a rather annoying computer problem. My Mac Pro was suddenly running very slow. Because I use it on a constant basis I had to stop and take time to fix the problem whether I wanted to or not.

In the end I think it happened because I was likely storing too much video. Once I moved those files to my backup disk and restarted the computer it ran like it is supposed to run.

With my new VHM Theatre webpage I’ve been doing a good deal of video work on this particular pc. I have a good deal of video that I have saved on disk and flash cards for many years – plus vids, audio and slideshows I capture on an on-going basis. I just wasn’t aware of how much memory it was using on the device.

I want to use as much of this collection as I can. Not all is of great immediate interest. But in time I’m thinking that some of it may prove to be of value [after I bite the proverbial dust]. Ergo, the theatre will make it accessible.

MUSEUM WINDOWS: Pictured are the windows we are replacing at the museum. They are 2 for the price of 2. Nonetheless they are also expensive and necessary. Most of the windows are original to the building and are not in good condition (ergo, the boarding up of one). I paid half of the cost for them ($1600) when ordered. I am hoping that some kind benefactors will help pay the other half when they’re replaced in a few weeks. There are 19 windows, including these, in the building. In time we hope to have them all replaced with well insulated ones. But that’s another story.


THE BANGER: This is photo of a painting that was gifted to me by the (then) church secretary at the Congregational Church, Mary Jo Robinson, 27 years ago. It was painted by her mother Claire Allen from a snapshot I provided. This is my first cocker whose name was simply “Fred”.

Fred was fully grown when I met him. He belonged to Val Hildum (Doug Hildum’s spouse) who was keeping in a kennel behind her home. At the time she had at least two dogs already living in her home and three would have been pushing it. Because our dogs had recently passed on Val thought we would provide the perfect home for Fred. And she was right.

Fred had mostly grown up in a kennel so he didn’t know how to play. I’d throw a ball and he’d watch it. He’d never chase it. But he was a mild-mannered pooch, and he and I got along quite famously. However, he care much for other dogs.

I nicknamed him the “Banger” because he was so clumsy. He was constantly bumping into things that were in his path. I used to walk him at least twice a day. He liked that. He was also, for a cocker, a rather big dog. He also had a twin sister. The pair were just absolutely beautiful (as is obvious).

As I mentioned I walked him twice a day. I used to take him to a patch of tree lawn near the Vermilion School bus garage where it was obvious that others had taken their dogs (they seldom cleaned up after them). That was, I learned, a big mistake.

The “Banger” became terribly ill one weekend when the local vet was out. My wife and I jumped into her car and started for a vet in Lorain who worked weekends. On the way there he died on my lap.

I was stunned. A week or so later Mary Jo asked me for a snap of the dog and soon thereafter she gifted me this rather large painting of the “Banger” that hangs in a nice spot in our home.

NOW SHOWING: This week we’ve got two new things at the VHM Theatre. One is a video taken at the Olympic Outing Club during some minor flooding last spring. The other is an audio with a still pic of Bob Fackler and Jim Fischer from 1960. The audio was a bear for me to digitize (I’d not done any digitizing for a year or so). It’s a recording of their band – the Rhythm Kings from about that same year. Both recordings have some historical merit.

This week I’m giving ye a direct line to each recording:

First the flooding video:


Second the Rhythm Kingsnnd:



And, of course, all the video and audio files can be found at:


NOLA: THE FAIR SHOULDERED GIRL; It’s a pretty name - Nola. Tis of Irish origin; a short form of the name Finola. It means “fair shoulder”. In any case, her full name was Nola Lois Peasley. She was born September 10, 1927, the fourth child of Erwin and Katherine A. Peasley. The Peasley name is commonly recognized by many local citizens primarily because there is a road (and a “hollow”) with that name just a tad south of good ol’ Vermilion, O. - in the Birmingham area. For a few other citizens the name is also familiar because in a yesteryear Nola’s father owned and operated a handle factory on State Street. It was on the west side of the road just south of the railroad tracks. [Note: The building still exists. It was later known as the Smith Handle Factory.] But back to Nola. Nola’s story - as you will soon see - is short and sweet. Bittersweet.

Until July 20th (2010) I had only recognized Miss Peasley in passing. She appeared in a photograph of a second grade Class at State Street School (pictured) that was taken in September of 1934. This photograph was spotted on the “net” by a person named Kris Lewerenz of Michigan who contacted me asking if I had any additional info about Nola. Kris told me that in their Michigan school system [none was specifically named at the time] they have an award called the Nola Peasley Award. This, of course, piqued my interest. Ergo...

Initially I knew only that Nola had (obviously) attended Vermilion Schools during some of her elementary years. This was partially due to the fact that there were no high school annuals printed during WW2. Thus, it was somewhat difficult [at least for me] to ascertain if she had finished her secondary schooling in Vermilion. I thought that she might have finished her schooling in Birmingham, Ohio where the family had eventually moved when her father retired. However; since my first writing of her I have learned from her friends, Huron residents Eileen and Gene Darby, that they graduated together from Vermilion High in 1945. Eileen also told me that Nola had been a drummer in both the VHS and Erie County Bands. Anyway, by 1955 Nola was working as a teacher at the Walnut Lake Elementary School in Birmingham, Michigan, and was enjoying occasional holidays in South Carolina and Florida with friends.

During the 1955-56 winter holiday season Nola and one of her sisters, Carole, drove from their home in Birmingham, MI. to spend some time with their Birmingham, OH. family and friends. On Monday January 2nd the young women said their good-byes to the family, packed their suitcases, placed them in in the trunk of their Chevrolet sedan, and headed west on the Edison Highway. Carole was driving. Just a bit east of Berlinville near the spot where the road splits (Rt. #61 to Norwalk and Rt. #113 to Milan) Carole lost control of the car and it crashed. Nola was thrown from the vehicle and was killed instantly.

On June 10, 1956 an alter for young people was placed in the basement room of the Birmingham Ohio Methodist Church. It was a fitting gift from one of Nola’s other sisters, Merrill, to Nola’s life and memory. And though I don’t know when the education system in Birmingham (Michigan) established the Nora Peasley Award it is, perhaps, an equally fitting tribute to the “fair shouldered” girl whose rather cloudy visage from a second grade photo reaches across the years to jog our memories and gently touch our hearts.

Post Scriptum: Shortly after the accident that took Nola’s life her life-long friend, Eileen Bair-Wikel-Darby, wrote the following poem in memory of her: “I hear our girlhood giggles, / Recall school day romances, / Sunday school lessons / And high school dances. / Class parties, Girl Scouts, / Weekend overnighters, / In memories of mine / I see her smile shine. / Joys shared with a friend / Remain ours forever, / A treasure box in kind / For loved ones kept in mind.

Ref: Chronicle-Telegram, 1-03-56, 6-14-56; The Herald-Press, St. Joseph, MI, 1-12-55, 4-12-55; Sandusky Register Star-News, 8-31-55; VPJ 08/05/2010; Rev. 01/19/2020.

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...

Vol. XV, No 34 - VERMILION, OHIO THURSDAY, January 18, 1912


The W. R. C. and G. A. R. Have a Delightful Evening

Last Friday evening the Fireman’s Hall was the scene of one of the most enjoyable gatherings ever held here, the occasion being the installation of the officers of the G. A. R. And W. R. C. The hall was beautifully and tastefully decorated, and one of the visitors remarked that it was the most beautifully decorated hall he had ever seen in Vermilion

The installation of the G. A. R. came first. Past commander, A. A. Blair, had charge of the ceremonies. After the installation of these officers, Miss Mary Baumhardt was presented with a flag in token of the esteem and gratitude of the veterans. It was through her hard work that flowers were secured for Decoration Day last year and the year before. She personally soliciting and procuring them. After a selection by the G. A. R. Band, the Woman’s Relief Corps [NOTE: in the article corps was misspelled – it read corpse. A Freudian slip?] proceeded to install their officers. The work was done by Mrs. Bledorn, of Lorain, assisted by Mrs. Zettet of that place. The work was done with a precision which was surprising and great credit is due the ladies for the manner in which it was carried out.

At the close of the ceremonies, both ladies were presented with pretty remembrances of the occasion. Mrs. Will the new president, also presented Mrs. Wittmer the retiring president a beautiful badge with the best wishes of the society. The ladies express their thanks in a happy manner.

As the Lorain in Berlin Heights and other visitors were obliged to leave at an early hour supper was served. The viands were not only abundant but good and relished by all. Beans, ham, coffee and delicious cake were among the appetizers. After supper came the speeches. Mayor Wakefield and H. R. Williams were the first and upon request of the Mayor, Mr. Williams took his place and made an excellent speech for both. Among the others who gave addresses were semi-vice department commander Baldwin and Conrad Ball of Lorain.

W. H. Eastwood was called upon and gave a fine talk. He took for his subject the pay of the soldiers and his theme that they were “paid for what they did” a cry which is heard now and then. He gave their pay as being about 40c a day (good pay was in it for standing up and being shot at.) He gave us an illustration the drafting of a man and the volunteering of his son and their tragic death upon the field of battle.

The floor was then cleared and the band proceeded to play while those who will wished tripped “the light fantastic” until after the streetlights winked out. All of the large crowd present expressed themselves of has having spent a most delightful evening.

Do we realize that so far as the G. A. R. Is concerned the time is not far distant when these men who worked for Uncle Sam in the days of “61” for the magnificent sum of about 40c a day and “feed” will be no more. Over 60,000 joined her comrades in the “other land” last year.

[NOTE: Albert Henry Woolson (February 11, 1850 – August 2, 1956) was the last known surviving member of the Union Army who served in the American Civil War; he was also the last surviving Civil War veteran on either side whose status is undisputed.]

J.N. Englebry has brought suit in justice Court Sandusky against Augusta cost Babb for money loaned on a promissory note in some of $98.80.

Mrs. Eva Josephine Pelton has entered suit for divorce from Henry A. Pelton on grounds of extreme cruelty. They were married in 1901 and have one child. She also asked for alimony. The parties live in Vermilion.


Well-Known Citizen Struck by Lake Shore Fast Train

Capt. Joshua Bailey, age 73, was killed by eastbound fast train No. 10 on the Lake Shore Ry at the Division Street crossing at about 6 o’clock Monday evening.

Mr. Bailey was going to his home at Geo. Harris’ and waited at the crossing for freight to pass. Not waiting for the gates to be raised he passed under and attempted to cross not noticing the approach of the fast train. He was thrown some distance when the engine struck him and instantly killed. His body was taken to Beeckel’s morgue and the coroner notified as well as his son, Capt. F. E. Bailey. His obituary will be found elsewhere in this issue of the NEWS.


Do not pass under the gates while they are down. Attorney Handy of the Lake Shore road, last fall suggested that the Council passed an ordinance making a misdemeanor to pass under the gates while down. This was not done. It might be beneficial to have such an ordinance. There is much talk about the danger to children, in crossing the tracks, but we have been informed by an old citizen that but two have been killed at this place, one, a Lang girl, years ago, and the Moes boy who was playing on the track.

It is the older ones who should take warning.

Again, we notice many trains pass while in the corporate limits. Wonder if this is absolutely necessary.

[NOTE: Now that is a slightly ambiguous statement. Is this referring to the trains or an ordinance.]

Messrs. S. A. Gardner, J. A. Clark and D. J. Miller are out with an announcement that the annual banquet or “spread” will be held on Jan. 31st Wednesday evening at the Wagner. The committee states that a good time is in store for all.

The secretary is in receipt of three of the leading laundry publications where an advertisement will be placed calling the laundry people’s attention to the necessity of having a well-equipped plant here.

A certain dredging concern located west of here will soon be able to submit plans regarding the deepening of our river. Other parties will also furnish information along the same lines.

A communication was received a couple of days ago from Grand Haven, Michigan, signed by two gentlemen who were in our village a few weeks ago upon matters concerning the reduction plan. That they have not given up hopes of coming here is evident from the contents of their letter.

Election of officers for the ensuing year will be held at the next regular meeting which will be held on Wednesday evening, February 14th.


Our grandmothers preserve the color of the hair by using a shampoo of sage tea.

A Cincinnati packer has invented a way to cure hams in 30 days instead of 90.

A patent has been granted for an attachment to rocking chairs which operates a fan to cool the occupant.

St. Louis has a concrete building 57 feet high, which has no windows. Light comes only from the glass in the roof.

Even if a house is not wired for electricity a woman may use a motor to drive her sewing machine for a storage battery driven motor for the purpose has been invented.

An Indiana woman has invented the kitchen table which, among many conveniences, has a mirror set in it, one leaf which can be turned up against the wall to convert the table into a sideboard.


BORN – to Mr. and Mrs. Henry Sharp, of Penfield Junction, son.

The funeral service of William Schumacher were held Tuesday afternoon at St. Peter’s church.

The sleighing at Amherst and vicinity has been very good the past week and a great many sleighing parties have been in evidence.

The funeral services of Wm Schmauch were held Tuesday afternoon a St. Peter’s church.

The funeral services of murdered man Eukemick, was held on Thursday afternoon being conducted from the Polish Catholic Church at Lorain and remains being interred in Calvary Cemetery.

Isaac Regat, well known in Henrietta, Amherst, and vicinity died at the home of his daughter, Mrs. H.V. Peabody, last Wednesday, having reached the age of 73 years. The funeral was held on Saturday afternoon at 1 o’clock and remain centered in Evergreen Cemetery.


Overcome by discovering the character of her mother’s life, Miss Carrie C. Long, 23, stenographer, drank laudanum early Monday and died later. Her mother and John Berwin are being held.

The mother’s first husband, Chas. Long of Williamsburg, O., died 16 years ago, leaving a fortune. The widow married John C. Schroeder, of Amherst, O. Schroeder died eight years ago after his wife’s fortune had been dissipated.

The daughter came to Pittsburgh four months ago. Mrs. Schroeder joined her daughter at Pittsburgh. At 3 o’clock Monday morning three policemen entered the house and arrested Mrs. Schroeder and Berwin. Miss Long entered her mother’s room. Taking in the situation she ran to her own room where she drained a bottle of laudanum. -Ely. Tel.

[NOTE: This little article leaves a lot of unanswered questions. I can guess what happened here – but I could be wrong.]


Mrs. E. Lackse who came with the remains of Frank Baldwin left on Thursday for her home in Chicago.

Mr. and Mrs. Will Peasley are stopping at the home of Mrs. Peasley’s mother who was quite ill, but is reported some better at this writing.

Frank Baldwin’s funeral was largely attended, there were 22 of the Plato Lodge, No. 203, I. O. O. F. in attendance to pay their last respects. The flowers were beautiful.

Mrs. Sherwood received a letter from Mrs. John Bowles of Kentucky. She said the people say it is the coldest winter that they have ever known. Stock is freezing to death as they were not prepared to care for them properly.


Capt. Joshua Bailey was born in Whitby, Ontario, Canada, Aug. 28th, 1839, he came to Vermilion in 1858. On July 24th, 1863 he was united in marriage to Miss Louisa Myers. To this union were born to children, Mrs. George Randerson of Cleveland, and Capt. Frederick Albert Bailey. The twin brother in Canada and a sister, Mrs. beer in Cleveland, as well as a granddaughter, Mrs. Duroucher also survive him.

Capt. Bailey was one of the old-time sailors and sailed the lakes for many years retiring only when age compelled him to, which was some five or six years ago. He was very successful as a sailor.

His wife died some five years ago and a portion of that time since he has made his home with Mr. and Mrs. Geo. Harris, who are occupying his house on State Street.

He was one of the oldest members of the Ely Lodge No. 424 F. & A. M. and we are informed that only two, Capt. Rae and O. F. Hatch of the original charter membership, survive him.

Although his children objected to it, his industrious disposition would not allow him to be idle during his declining years and he was usually engaged in some employment.

He was kindhearted and friendly and was always ready to help anyone and had a word of greeting for all.

His life was taken in the “twinkling of an eye” by the fast train Monday evening. A warning to all not to pass beneath the gates when they are down.

He was 72 yrs 4 mos and 25 dys of age.

Funeral services were held at the residence of his son, Capt. F. A. Bailey, Wednesday afternoon and conducted by Rev. T. H. D. Harrold, pastor of the M. E. Church. A large number of friends and neighbors attended and the floral tributes were many and beautiful. The remains were taken to Maple Grove Cemetery for interment.

Along those from out of town who attended the funeral besides the immediate relatives were: Mrs. Beerer, Capt. W. W. Smith, Marine Superintendent of Pittsburgh Steamship Co., Capt. Rice and Mrs. E. S. Daugherty Cleveland; Capt. R. J. Lyons, Mr. and Mrs. Honecker, Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Green of Lorain and Mr. and Mrs. Durocher of Cleveland.

The following is been handed in by the Rugby friends of the late Prof. Baldwin we are we gladly give it space:

On Jan. 15th, the startling and sad intelligence of the sudden death of Prof. F. O. Baldwin, in a hospital at Chicago, came crashing in upon our peaceful Hamlet like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. The saddening effects of its announcement traveled with the apparent swiftness of the gale then blowing ”Charon” had wafed the soul of our most distinguished scholar and student over the line.

New Year’s Day Mr. Baldwin had repaired to Chicago for all intents and purposes in perfect health there to enter the University of Chicago with the avowed intention of completing the last lap of his already wonderful education.

It seems that on Jan. 8 he was forced to forgo his labors, on account of the serious turn taken by a trouble of long-standing of which his friends were ignorant, and prepare himself for the desperate chances so often encountered under surgical treatment for hernia, on January 8. From the effects of which he rallied with every prospect of and early and complete recovery, fine progress having been made until the afternoon of Sunday, Jan. 14, when at one PM his condition changed for the worse and with such rapidity and dispatch that by six o’clock his spirit had taken flight to the unknown realms that extend in the mystery beyond the clouds of life’s setting sun.

Mr. Baldwin was in the prime of his life, having been born here at his homestead March 12, 1871, being his fortieth year and at the time of his death was regarded as one of our state’s scholars having graduated with distinguished honors from several of our leading colleges and had been granted the A. M. Degree from both Baldwin University and B. A. From Oberlin Colleges.

Socially he had associated himself with the Plato Lodge No. 203 Independent Order of Odd Fellows of Amherst with whom he had affiliated for some years, which Lodge regarded him as a bright and useful member, and deeply feel the great loss it has incurred.

Having been raised by a “devoted Christian mother” who who chiseled from the rough, the foundation upon which grew the many manly traits, and sterling virtues, so plainly characteristic in the makeup of his splendid habits and broad mindedness. Neither is it astonishing for us to learn that the lessons of his theology so thoroughly embedded in his youthful mind has most fittingly outcropped in the last hour of his life. We are informed that it was a source of great satisfaction for those in attendance at his bedside to be able to enjoy in part at least, his freely offered devotion to his ever loving God, and whose love he had everlasting confidence.

It should be a source of pleasure to his legion of friends to know that in his care and treatment during his illness, he had the best attention that God-fearing people could render him, with the assistance of the highest medical skill. The body was accompanied home by Mrs. E. Leckie, a nurse, with whom Prof. Baldwin was making his home, and who received charge of his body. He leaves two brothers to mourn their loss, Mr. Chas. A. Baldwin of Rugby and Mr. Henry Baldwin of Warren, Ohio, who have the sincere sympathy of the community at large. Unless it can be said that their misfortune is our misfortune too. May his soul rest in peace.

[NOTE: I’m sure someone meant well by writing this obituary, but it is simply awful.]


Mrs. Harry Trinter is reported very ill at her home on Ohio Street.

Mrs. C. S. Rumsey who has been quite ill for the past several days is reported better.

Mrs. Franc Parsons left Saturday for Pittsburgh where she will spend some time at the home of her sister Mrs. Walter Marsh. Mrs. Marsh was taken to the hospital for an operation.

This morning at 3 o’clock occurred to death of the 2-weeks old son of Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Lumley. The funeral will be held Friday at 1 o’clock from the home on Ohio Street.

Charles Koppenhafer who has been employed in a meat market at Birmingham has accepted a position at Gardner’s market and has moved to Vermilion, occupying a portion of the Wilbur house.

[NOTE: This is the house on State St. where the UCC Congregational church was built in 1957.]

Fred W Krapp was struck on the head Tuesday while assisting in fixing a barn door and severely cut. It was a “trolley” door and in trying to place one of the rollers on the track it came off and struck him on the head.

A. J. Giddings visited C. H. Focht at Cleveland Saturday. Mr. Focht and his brother are telephone man and were employed in Vermilion some time ago. He went to Brazil after being here and in a street car accident at Rio de Janeiro had his back broken. He is now in a hospital in Cleveland and on the road to recovery.

F. C. Wilmore will take charge of the teaming business recently purchased of Geo. Walper, about Feb. 1st and will operated in connection with his express and drayage business. Expects to put on a third wagon and will have its headquarters at Tranter and McGraw’s insurance office where he may be reached by phone.


Mr. Dell Tucker made a trip to Texas this past week. He was prevented from doing much business on account of so many towns being quarantined because of the prevalence of spinal meningitis.

Mr. Will Baker, the butcher lost a fine horse last week while driving along the street the horse’s leg became broken without any visible cause, the animal not even slipping or falling to the ground. The animal had been kicked on the leg a few days before and it is thought that the bone had become partially fractured and as a result was easily broken.

Dr. Carl Tuttle after two years of labor has completed his fine new boat and moved it from the shop into the yard. It will be put in commission next Sunday. Mr. Ennis the photographer took a picture of it Tuesday morning.

THE LIVING DEAD: I'll bet he was happy to know he wasn't dead too.




By Dr. E. Von Schulenburg, Sandusky, Ohio.

…or English neighbors. Peasants, common laborers, servants, and disappointed merchants made up the bulk of the German emigration at the beginning of the present century, but none of them truthfully expressed the true inwardness, the character and genius of their nation; they represented it to a certain extent by their independence, by a multitude of dialects and everyday habits, and yet they were destined in their physical and moral healthfulness and strength to become a most valuable factor. An amalgamation of the different elements of this country by means of intermarriage and closer social intercourse was necessary to transfuse new blood, new life and vigor into this country.

Endurance, perseverance, a limited greed for earthly possessions were then as they are now, marked traits of the Germans; their aspirations were for a home of their own, and in this respect they differed greatly from the true Yankee, who is ever ready and willing to sacrifice almost anything provided it brings a mercenary gain or is a bargain. For the first time then in his life is the German put on his own feet, no red tape, no barriers, no passport or policeman at every move or step, the rigidly enforced etiquette of the old home has become a dead letter. For the first time in his life a free man amongst a multitude of freeholders, welcome, but obliged to depend from now on upon his own judgment, energy, and strong arms for all the necessaries of life. The proverbial “help yourself" becomes the true guiding angel from this day on, on which his foot touches the soil of this free country. He passes the first years of probation hard and ceaselessly working day after day, and by and by the language of the foreign country, so similar to the sounds of home, is mastered and with it his interest in common as well as national questions becomes aroused; the poor despised German feels proud to be placed on a level with the rest, and deposits his first ballot as a true and loyal citizen, well knowing its importance, and year by year does he learn better to understand and to appreciate the numerous blessings everybody is welcome to in this country, provided he is willing to live up to its laws. The leaders of the Anarchistic and Socialistic movement seem utterly to forget, that not more than a century ago the routine work of a happy and well contented laborer in the old home ceased only with the looming up of the stars, that it was impossible for him ever to better his condition in life and to give to his children such an excellent education as is furnished in this country, even to the most humble subject as free as the air we breathe. We have no serfs, thanks to God! No slaves anymore! In this country all work in the different branches of industry, and although keenly competed gives to all, excepting a spendthrift, more than one chance to get well enough along in life; and it is an indisputable fact that the much cursed and maligned monopolist started out in life as impecunious as the so-called and big-mouthed reformer, the only perceptible difference being that the one knew how to save his earnings and properly invest them, the other only how to squander. Many instances may be cited of German immigrants…

HISTORY OF ERIE COUNTY OHIO - With Illustrations and Biographical Sketches of Some of Its Prominent Men and Pioneers. - Edited by Lewis Cass Aldrich - Syracuse, N.Y. - D. Mason & Co., Publishes - 1889.

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TRINKET CACHE: Every now and then when I’m cleaning out an old box I come across a stash of old mementos. Most have zero money value but had / have meaning to a few who in one way or another recognize them.

Some here are over a century old and others date into the 1950s and 60s. But it’s always fun to go through them and see the precious things people saved.

Some of the coins are oriental, some European. The saddle envelope opener is an interesting object. The tin token belonged to one of my older brothers (Bud / Phil – his 90st birthday would have been last Wednesday (01/23/1930). He died in 2001.

The oldest tokens belonged to my father (Wm. B. Tarrant). They say they’re from the 103rd Supply Co. I don’t know what they’re about. He was actually part of the 123 Field Artillery – part of the Yankee Division – in France during WW1. Perhaps he’d been assigned to a Supply Co. before shipping to France.

The big medal is a Masonic piece from Norwalk, Ohio. I don’t know much about it or two of the other objects. The Erin Go Brugh pin was likely begotten along with a few mugs of beer somewhere in Vermilion years back.

Fun stuff.


Mrs. Jones went to see her doctor. When he inquired about her complaint she replied that she suffered from a discharge. He instructed her to get undressed and lie down on the examining table. She did so....

The doctor put on rubber gloves and began to massage her "private parts." After a couple of minutes he asked, "How does that feel?"

"Wonderful," she replied, "but the discharge is from my ear."

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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 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 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.

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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.

How the old links menu looked

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Vol. 17. Issue 47 - January 25, 2020

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