Vermilion Ohio, A Good Place to Live
FATHER & SON
SHOPTALK:[NOTE: On the desktops this week are photos of a father and a son – F.C. and P.B. Morgan. They were both rather interesting persons in Vermilion’s Yesteryear.]
FREDERICK C. MORGAN – CHURCH ORGANIST FOR 60 YEARS: At 10 o'clock in the morning on July the 4th, 1929 Frederick Chapman Morgan died at his home on Ohio Street. He was eighty-one years, one month, and nine days old. Just down the street and around the corner next to the Vermilion Township Hall on Division Street was the First Congregational Church. Mr. Morgan had played the organ in that church, and the old church building which stood on the same lot before it, for over 60 years. Before him his mother, Emma, and his father, F.W. Morgan had played a lap organ - the first church organ - in this place. She balancing both melodeon and babe on her lap while holding a hymnal in one hand and playing the soprano chords with the other. Mr. Morgan had an easier task. He played the bass chords while simultaneously pumping air into the instrument. It was a team effort.
According to church records music in the church, which was officially organized on Major Eli Barnum's farm in Florence Township in 1818, had been strictly vocal until sometime in the early 1840's when Jacob Sherod, who played bass viol, William Martin, violin, and George Sherod on the clarinet brought their musical talents to the small, but growing, congregation. In 1845 Emma and F.W. Morgan arrived with their melodeon which they played until 1858 when a new pipe organ was installed, accompanied by the rich voices of a full choir.
F. C.'s mother and father were among Vermilion's early pioneers.They, along with many other early Vermilionites, had migrated to the west from Connecticut to settle in the Fire-Lands (see VPJ article February 13, 2003). He was the only son and was born in their first Vermilion Township home on May 24, 1848. When he was seven years old he moved with his parents to a farm on Risden Road. A year later a daughter, Lucy, was born to the couple.
In 1860, at the ripe old age of 12, young Frederick began to play the church's new pipe organ on a regular basis. As remarkable as this is it is also a fact that he continued to play nearly every Sunday for the next 60 years with very few exceptions. Only the time he spent away at school (where he played organ elsewhere) or during times of sickness in the family was he prevented from pursuing his passion; playing organ for his church. Through rain, sleet, and snow he traversed the three miles from the Risden Road farm to play at the church. And I would add that none of this was with compensation. Until accident (for he was a farmer by profession) and severe rheumatism made it impossible for him to play any longer he clung to the keys of his instrument.
About the same time F.C. began playing organ in the church he also became a member of the Vermilion G.A.R. band. In a May, 28 1922 (Elyria) Chronicle Telegram article he told a reporter, "At present I am playing the baritone, or, as some folks call it, the Bass horn, in the (G.A.R.) band. But I haven't always played it. Truth is, I've played every instrument we've got with the exception of the bass drum. I guess i could play that too, if I had to."
At the time of the Chronicle interview a national magazine had published a sizable article about a gentleman in Walpole, Massachusetts who had played organ for The First Congregational Church there for 55 years claiming it to be a national record. A local farmer, L.E. Hahn, saw the article and disputed the claim. F.C. had, by that time, been playing for Vermilion's church 62 years.
On Friday July 5, 1929 at 1:30 in the afternoon private funeral services were held at Morgan's home on Ohio Street where he had lived for only three years of his long life. At 2:00 pm public services were held at his church with his wife, Mary A. (nee Burrow), his only child, son Presdee B., and sister Lucy near him. Be assured that the sweet sounds of his beloved pipe organ were sounded with all the passion and clarity he had once so freely afforded his church and his community.
Ref: The Vermilion News - 9-15-10; 7-4-29; Elyria Chronicle Telegram - 10-16-21; 5-28-22; The History of Vermilion's Congregational Church - 1993 by Betty Trinter; and Ancestry.com).Appeared in the Vermilion Photojournal 11-20-2003
THE UNFORGETTABLE PRESDEE B. MORGAN: An unforgettable guy with an equally unforgettable first name. The name Presdee - genealogically speaking - is normally found as a surname / last name. British in origin it has various spelling forms: Presdee, Pressdee, Prestie, Predsidey and, of course, Presdee. The name, however spelled. is essentially locational. Some historians suggest that it is a dialectal variant of the lost medieval village Priestley which, by the bye, eventually morphed into the English surname Presley. Locational names were those given to people after they left their original homes and moved elsewhere. The name “Priestley” is from the old English (pre-7th century) word “preost”, meaning priest and leah - meadow. And this suggests that the aforementioned village from which Presdee Morgan acquired his first name might have been home to a 7th century English monastery. However; in this case it is more likely that somewhere in his family tree the last name Presdee - in some form - was pre-eminent; the roots of the name long forgotten.
So why the history trivia lesson? Well, if “P.B.” Morgan wasn’t such an unforgettable character all of that wouldn’t really matter. But because he was who he was it kinda does. That’s because the roots of his name - either ironically or prophetically - fit both his character and his life.
Like many of Vermilion’s earliest settlers P.B.’s grandparents, Frederick W. and Emma Chapman Morgan, came to Vermilion from Connecticut sometime in the early years of the 19th century. Together they had two children: a boy they named Frederick Chapman (VPJ 11-20-003); and a girl they named Lucy. The family settled on a farm along Risden Road. And, though it should go without saying that the lives of the early farmers / settlers in the area was extremely demanding, the family always found time for their church.
That church, in this particular instance, was Vermilion’s first church; a Presbyterian church that was initially located in a clearing the the woods near their farm. And though by 1843 the congregation had moved to a new building in the thriving village of Vermillion the family remained extremely active in it providing music for services with a melodeon that sat on Mrs. Morgan’s lap; while her husband, at her side, pumped air into it; and whilst baby Frederick softly slept upon her knee. It was, then, hardly surprising that by the time the boy was twelve he was the one providing music for the services; albeit on a much larger pipe organ. And, in due time he also took over the farm, and married a gal named Mary. But ever as faithful as his parents, he continued to play for church services for the next 60 years.
In September of 1887 Presdee was born. Like his father and grandfather he came of age with a good knowledge of farming. But unlike them he preferred life away from the farm. He did well in school and actively participated in plays both in school and in church. In many respects he was more like his Aunt Lucy who was a public school teacher and a gifted writer. Thusly, Presdee worked briefly as a teacher. But by the time he was 30 he was working as an agent for the railroad and had married a Birmingham gal named Helen Blair. Helen worked as a clerk for the rail company. [Note: Helen’s sister Grace was married to a gentleman named John Feiszli. Two of the Feiszlie children - Grace Roberts and Amos - and their respective families became, and remain, very well known and respected Vermilion citizens.] In February of 1922, after an illness of several months, Helen died at Lakeside hospital in Cleveland with her husband at her side.
Several years passed and Presdee became reacquainted with, and eventually married, an old school friend named Nellie Klaar Wood. Like Morgan she, too, had tragically lost her spouse. But unlike him she had three children; a boy named Paul, and two girls; Mary and Dorothy. [Another Note: Later Mary would marry a Vermilion boy named Howard Bogart, and Dorothy would marry another Vermilion fellow named Albert “Jim” Hart.] During all these years Morgan, as did his parents and grandparents before them, faithfully served his church which by then had become Vermilion’s First Congregational. He taught Sunday school; counted the proverbial beans / money; rang the bell calling folks to worship; advised the pastor; and, in essence, became what one might consider to be a GENUINE church deacon. He did everything but preach.
Outside the church he was extremely active in the Royal Arch Masons of Ohio. His dedication as a member of this organization eventually led to the application of his name to the local Masonic Chapter still known as the 233 P.B. Morgan Chapter. It was, and remains, a significant achievement and honor. So, in essence, Presdee in many respects earned his name after it was given him. Both he and his name are unforgettable now and in the yesteryear.
Ref: U.S. Census data; 1850 thru 1930; Sandusky Star-Journal 2-03=22; 10-09-22; Sandusky Register 12-13-1894;12-29-1894; 7-06-29; Published in the Vermilion Photojournal 11/11/10; Written 1/07/10 @ 1:37 PM.
GROWING PAINS: I really had a time producing the page last week. For some unknown reason (at least to me) I was unable to readily access the control panel on line that allows me to edit the page.
I tend to panic when things like that happen – and that’s never good. I always have to keep reminding myself to settle down and concentrate.
It took me two hours and two phone calls to tech support in California to get where I need to be. I had to be methodical and pay attention. And finally, it worked.
I now have to access the control panel a little differently than I have I the past. But I get there. Perhaps problems like this are good. They keep me on my toes.
NO SMALL PART: No minor part of these problems are related to the fact that I have upgraded my computers. As a consequence all – or most – of my software needed upgrading as well. This included Microsoft Word and Adobe Photoshop programs. While all these things are similar, they are also somewhat different from the software programs I’ve been used to using. I’m still relearning things. (Everyday).
One of the cool things that has happened is that most of my work on one computer automatically transfers to the other. I believe that’s one of the benefits of Cloud computing. In short I can create / write things at the museum, go home and edit them and vice-versa.
Despite these problems, I have thus far survived. And here I am in my rather untidy office at noon on Wednesday at the museum working on this pc and this week’s VV.
GANG SIGNS: I have, for a long time, been intrigued by this photo. It was taken on the south side of Beeckel’s furniture store the last store on the west side of the street (formerly the Crystal Theatre) on Division / Main Street. I don’t know for a fact – but I believe that one of the gangsters in the pic was Vermilionite Robert “Bob” Rathbun (the one in the middle).
These fellas are dressed, as some used to say, to the nines. I doubt that these were school clothes so I’m just guessing that the guys had just come from, or were going to, church. The photo appears to have been taken c. 1923.
A TOUGH NIGHT IN JESSUP: They called the township Jessup. It took its name from one of three Connecticut men, (Isaac Bronson, Ebenezer Jessup, and Jessup Wakeman) who were principal proprietors of the property. To the east lay the Vermilion River, and to the west the creek they called La Chappelle, both flowing north into the great lake we call Erie. In 1808 the proprietors employed one Jabez Wright to survey the township (originally surveyed by Vermilion pioneer Almon Ruggles) into lots. It was a rich land replete with virgin hardwood forests set atop a wealth of sandstone that would someday be quarried and amply lend itself to the general economy of the area.
This was the land into which one Ezra Sprague brought his family, a man named Sears, a yoke of oxen, an axe, and an iron kettle in the spring of 1809. Sprague had purchased a section of land in Jessup for the whopping sum of $1.29 an acre the year before and determined to make it his home. As fate would have it such resolve was requisite to survival during those first years.
Arriving too late in the spring to plant crops enough for the coming fall and winter the Sprague family and the few families who joined them later that first summer existed on a meager diet of grated corn and potatoes through the winter months. Add to this a declaration of war, and any sightings of native Americans (i.e. Indians), and their prospects for the future seemed rather dismal.
Assessing the situation, the settlers thought it best to construct a blockhouse (a small fortress) wherein they could better defend themselves if they were attacked. And although there were those among them (as always) who did not favor this decision the day soon came when such angst would be set aside and quickly forgotten.
It was near evening when one of the settlers intent on moving his family home gave his gun to a younger man with directions for him to go ahead and be on the lookout for any dangers in their path. About a half mile from their destination a shot rang out, and the young man came running back with a bullet hole in his coat, declaring that he had sighted several Indians who had shot at him.
With all due dispatch the settlers gathered together and barricaded themselves inside their blockhouse preparing to do battle. The women and children were sent into the middle of the chamber. The men with guns stood by the doors as a first line of defense. Behind them stood others armed with pitchforks and clubs poised for a deadly encounter. Through the night the lookouts reported that Indians were approaching them swinging firebrands intent on setting fire to the house and killing the settlers when they ran from the flames. They spoke very little. And no one slept. No one, that is, except the young man who had given the alarm, and who had the bullet hole in his coat.
In the morning light they crept from the blockhouse to discover that there were no human tracks in the plowed ground where they had envisioned Indians carrying torches. There was only evidence of cinders that had been blown about in the wind from some burning log heaps which, married to their excited minds, gave them the impression of a pending Indian attack. There was also strong suspicion that the young man who had given the alarm had made a hole in his coat to support his Indian sighting. It had been a tough night in Jessup.
In 1815 the citizens of Jessup developed a keen disaffection for the proprietors and they formally changed the name of the township to Florence. It was/is considered to be one of the best agricultural townships in the Fire-Lands. In 1854 they built the octagonal Florence Township Hall (pictured). Appropriately enough it is made of sandstone, and still stands along the Edison Highway (State Route 113) at Florence Corners. Until about 1993 it was still being used as a polling place.
Ref: The Vermilion News; 5-5-38; Yesteryear; An Anthology of Historical Narratives of Vermilion, Ohio And Its People; 2005; Special Thanks to the Stranger who stopped to talk to me in Florence; Published in the VPJ 05/12/2005; VV 08/01/2009; Rev. 09/13/2019.
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 15 - VERMILION, OHIO THURSDAY, September 14, 1911
School Board Meets
The Vermilion village board of education held its regular meeting Monday evening. The building and grounds were reported in good condition. It was decided to raise the sidewalk to the entrance to conform to the raise made by the village in the sidewalks in the streets.
The usual number of bills were paid and the superintendent’s report as to the attendance, etc., which was given last week.
It is now time to make arrangements for your holiday advertising. Don’t wait until all the choice positions have been taken.
Thought He Stole Chickens
Considerable excitement was occasioned Tuesday evening by a ragman who had some chickens in a sack. Someone saw him near their chicken coop which was near where he had left his team and as he had a sack over his shoulder supposed he had stolen something. They immediately “got busy” and the man was brought before the Mayor. When asked if he had stolen the chickens, he said “yes.” It was finally ascertained that he did not understand and had bought them instead of stealing them. He was a foreigner and did not at first comprehend the charges against him. The matter was finally adjusted.
Mr. and Mrs. H. L. Minium were in attendance at the meeting of the Railroad Veterans Association at Niagara Falls, Sept. 2. They had a very enjoyable outing. The Association is composed of railroad employees who have been in the service 25 years or more. At the present time the membership is about 300. The railway companies furnished special trains with sleepers and dining cars and added much in the enjoyment of the occasion.
Gone to Foreign Fields
Miss Anna Kropf, daughter of Chris Kropf of Axtel left this morning for San Francisco, Cal., Where she will join a party for the Orient. Ms. Kropf expects to spend the next seven years in missionary work in China. She has been connected with this kind of work for the past several years in the Light & Hope Orphanage at Birmingham, and the Bible Institute and Training School of Cleveland which were lately consolidated. Miss Kropf’s many Vermilion friends wish her all success in her chosen career.
Dr. W. E. Derr, sold his property to Dr. B. B. Buell who will soon occupy the house as residence and office. Dr. Derr will in all probability occupy the offices on the second floor of the telephone building for his practice of dentistry.
[NOTE: This refers to a house that once occupied part of the space now a parking lot for the Old Prague Restaurant. The “telephone building” would have been the building where the restaurant is now located. Both buildings were once owned by an early Vermilion man named Adam Trinter.]
A New Block
It is rumored about town that Vermilion is to have a new, up-to-date brick block with four storerooms on the corner of the Division and Liberty streets, owned by Geo. Fisher. Mr. Fisher contemplated the erection of a block on this property some time ago but gave up the plan at that time. It is also rumored that Mrs. Mr. Joseph Unser will occupy the corner room with a grocery store.
[NOTE: This, of course, refers to the Fischer Building that was not built until 1915. Last week’s page featured a pic of it being constructed.]
School attendance this year is the largest in many years.
BORN – to Mr. Mrs. John Barris, a son, Thursday, September 7, ‘11.
BORN – to Mr. and Mrs. Ernst Baker a daughter, Sunday, Sept. 10.
There were nine deaths and 14 births in Amherst during the month of August.
Ms. Sadie Bacon of Brownhelm underwent an operation for appendicitis at Lakeside Hospital day last week.
Miss Lillian Barber and Miss Mabel Baker begin their duties as teachers in the Lorain public schools and Miss Lizzie Hahn is teaching in the Elyria schools.
Born – to Mr. and Mrs. William Fitch fit L, a son, Wednesday, September 6, 11.
Mr. Frank lady of Joppa moved into Tom Lee’s house Saturday.
Mr. Frank rising and girlfriend of Lorraine where the guest of Mr. George rising and family Sunday.
Died – Giles Bartlett a lifelong resident of Huron and vicinity, Sept. 7. Funeral services were held Sunday in charge of the Masons.
Five Nickel Plate cars loaded with chickens, hogs and sheep rolled down an embankment in E. Cleveland Sunday morning. Hundreds of fowls and animals were killed and the others wondered about. Loss probably $20,000.
Now is the time to try our Wanted columns. Those who have used them cannot say enough in praise of this method of advertising.
The Village Burglar
Under a spreading gooseberry bush
The Village Burglar lies
The burglar, a crafty man is he, with his whiskers in his eyes.
And the muscles of his brawny arms, keep off the little flies.
He goes on Sunday to the church
To hear the parson shout,
He puts a nickel on the plate, he takes a dollar out.
He laughs without a doubt.
Boozing, burglary, borrowing, has told an awful tale
Left Friend; Soon Died
And now at leisure he repeats
With many a mournful wail has earned six months in gaol.
– A. E. E.
T. J. Keyes, well-known retired farmer and Civil War veteran, died very suddenly at his home in Port Clinton, O., at three o’clock Wednesday morning of apoplexy.
Mr. Keyes was in his usual good health Tuesday evening and left a friend… to go to his home. Shortly after three o’clock that same friend, who was at J. A. Neidecker, an undertaker, was called to prepare his body for burial.
Mr. Keyes was at one time assistant postmaster of Sandusky and later engaged in farming near Berlin Heights until a few years ago.
LOCALS AND PERSONALS
Albert Hart began his duties at the Red Cross Pharmacy Sunday.
Robt. Lohr resigned his position at the “Rexall” store last week. He was succeeded by Robt. Parsons.
BORN – to Mr. and Mrs. Oral Smith of Indianapolis, Indiana, a daughter, Aug. 23, 1911. Mrs. Smith was formerly Miss Sophia Ferber this place.
The excavation for the under grade at the L. S. & M. S. Rwy. and the grading on the streets at several crossings is being done. The third track is nearly ready for use and is expected that trains will soon be running upon it.
The Kishman Fish company’s fleet of tugs have gone to Grand River to fish. The Rainbow and Sloat left this morning for that port.
Miss Thelma Pretzer will enter a school of music in Chicago, Illinois, in the near future.
The many friends of Cort Simons will be glad to hear that he is again able to be out after severe siege of typhoid.
The framework of H. E. Rose’s new residence in the Tischer allotment is up in the M. E. Edson’ and will soon be ready for occupancy. I. H. Shaw and family expect to occupy part of.
Vermilion is pretty well represented at the Erie County Fair this week.
Work is progressing very rapidly on the concrete curb and gutter on the north side of Liberty Street and the contractors will soon be ready for the south side of the street.
HISTORY OF ERIE COUNTY
BENCH AND BAR.
THE OLD ERIE COUNTY BAR.
…ward attended the University of Michigan, and was graduated with the class of 1883. In the same year he came to Sandusky and opened an office for practice. In the spring of 1885 Mr. Beis was elected city solicitor, and reelected in 1887.
Linn W. Hull, the junior partner of the law firm of Goodwin, Goodwin & Hull, is a native of this county, born in Perkins township April 9, 1856. He was educated at Oberlin and Union Colleges and at Cornell University, but was not graduated from either of these institutions. He took a course at the law school at Cincinnati, and was graduated in 1883 and admitted to practice. Prior to that time he had read law with Taylor & Finney, also Homer and Lewis H. Goodwin, of Sandusky City. In 1886 Mr. Hull became a partner in the present firm.
Fred Reinheimer was born in Sandusky in 1843. During the war he enlisted in the Eighth Infantry and still later in the Third Cavalry. He read law in the office of J. G. Bigelow, and was admitted to practice in 1873, since which time he has practiced in Sandusky.
Hewson L. Peeke was born at South Bend, Ind., April 20, 1861. He graduated from the Chicago High School in 1878, after which he entered Williams College, and was graduated therefrom in 1882. He then read law with Tagert & Cutting, of Chicago, for one year, after which he went to Dakota and practiced law for a time. In 1883 he returned east and read law with Homer Goodwin, esq., of Sandusky, and was admitted to practice in January, 1885. He located at Sandusky.
Mr. Peeke is a strong Prohibitionist. He was the candidate of the Prohibitionists for common pleas judge in 1886, and again the candidate of the same party for circuit judge in the fall of 1887.
William A. Childs was born in this State November 2, 1857; read law in the office of Hon. Allen M. Knox, of Conneaut, after which he entered the Albany Law School, at Albany, N. Y., and was graduated in February, 1880. During the same month he was admitted to practice in Ohio. For a time he practiced at Conneaut and came to Erie county, locating at Vermillion, in 1882. He has twice been elected justice of the peace, and also served two years as mayor of Vermillion.
[NOTE: Wm. Childs was married to Mary Childs of Vermilion. The had a son they named Earl. Earl was the head cashier at the Erie County Bank. Wm. and Mary divorced and he apparently returned to his home in Conneaut.]
W. B. Starbird, the present associate editor of the Milan Advertiser, was born in New York State. He commenced the study of the law at the age of nineteen years, and was admitted to the bar at the age of twenty-four. He commenced practice in 1882, but in connection with it, has for the last three years held the position of associate editor of the Advertiser.
Among the members of the Erie county bar, there may be mentioned the names of others who have been in active practice during the few years last past, but whose efforts are now directed in other channels of trade or profession: Thomas M. Sloane, Gottlieb Stroebel, Benjamin F. Lee, Charles L. Hub-…
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.
VERMILION ARTIFACT #332
“L.C.” Lewis Charles Blattner (aka Charley Lewis Blattner): Born in Vermilion, Ohio on 9 September 1885 and died there in on 7 March 1940. His wife’s name was Eva Mae Gray. They were married in Seneca, Ohio on 8 Aug 1908. His uncle was George Blattner (gg-grandfather of Rich, Don Parsons and their sister Patty) who was a well-known and respected hardware store owner in Vermilion. Lewis worked at his uncle’s store [located on the site now occupied by Papa Joe’s Pizza]. He also worked as a plumber. He was also the Vermilion Village Clerk for a number of years.
Thus far, I have no idea as to the reason for this token. Was it an award in a dancing contest? It seems unlikely because the coin would have to have been struck very close to an event of that nature.
So, in short, I don’t know what it represents. Perhaps a “Viewer” knows for certain
THE TRUTH SHALL SET YOU FREE
"We live in a great country," the kindergarten teacher said. "One of the reasons we should be happy is that, in this country, we are all free."
One little boy came walking up to her from the back of the room. He stood with his hands on his hips and said . . . "I'm not free.
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, "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.
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