SHOPTALK: On both desktops this week: The Print Shop Museum building as it appeared in 2012 and as it appears today. It's not so much a "now and then" pic as it is a "before and after" one. The difference both inside and out is just as dramatic. Nonetheless I still have to use these pix to remind me. And yet it's not done. There remains much to do.
We have one more room to clear and renovate in the apartment and we're in the process of getting the old Chandler & Price jobber press working. I doubt that we’ll ever become a fully operational letterpress print shop. But we will do some printing. All the type will be handset. The linotype machines will have to wait for another generation of museum operators. I'm actually surprised that we’ve come as far as we have since 2012.
THE LAST ROOM: We began cleaning up the last room in the apartment this week. There's a good deal to be done.
Above is a look into the room from the doorway. Take note that this is a view after we began cleaning.
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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.
If you would like to become a member the VNPSM you can send a check or money order to:
Vermilion Print Shop Museum727 Grand Street Vermilion, Ohio 44089440.967.4555.Cell:440.522.8397
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LADIES BASKETBALL 1914: I am currently unable to say much of anything about this photograph other than that it's the Vermilion High School Girls Basketball team of 1914. And that's very obvious.
I used it here simply because I like the photo. It's so hard for me to envision anyone playing basketball dressed like these girls. I assume the hair coverings were used because most of the young ladies had long hair that would get in the way of their playing.
One of the things that strikes me as I look as this photograph is the backdrop; the exterior of the State Street School building. Even then (in 1914) it appears to be degrading. While the building was hardly new when this pic was taken I would've thought it would be in better condition than it appears.
AT LEAST I HAVE THESE PIX: My mom was born in May of 1906. I assume she was born in the apartment above the Vermilion News print shop. Though I believe St. Joseph’s Hospital in Lorain existed at that time transportation was such that speeding to the hospital “when the water broke” was impossible. As many folks died in their homes during those years, so were they born therein.
The accompanying pic was taken in the side (south) yard of the print shop probably in June or July of 1906. I recognize the houses on the other side of the street – even though all are now gone. Only part of the house on the right is visible. When I was a youngster it was a rooming house of sorts with only male residents. Police Chief Harry Lechner’s father lived there following the death of his wife. A younger fella who worked at the Erie County Bank also kept a room in the home. But before all that the Walker Family lived there.
The house immediately to the left was at one time the church parsonage for the E&R Church next door. I never remember it being the parsonage. I only remember it being the Oscar Farrell home – later the Coleman home.
I can’t remember Mr. Coleman’s first name. The family migrated to town from Memphis Tennessee when the Ford Assembly Plant first opened and Mr. Coleman died soon thereafter. Mrs. Coleman (a very nice woman) was a Vermilion schoolteacher. Daughter Maryanne (a real beauty and a tease) had graduated from high school by the time they arrived; and not long after married a strapping Tennessean who had also migrated to town with Ford. I think she still lives here. Her brother, Jimmy, was about a year older than myself. We used to hang around together. He was a great friend. Everyone loved his Tennessee accent (or perhaps we were the ones with the accent). After he graduated from school he moved back to Tennessee where he still lives. I spoke with him on the phone a few years ago.
I don’t know when they razed the house to make more room for the church. It was probably during the late 60s. Probably when I was in Vietnam. (I missed a lot of things when I was gone – i.e. Crystal Beach and the Linwood Hotel. And I was only gone for two years.)
Anyway, the little girl is my mom (Ella Gwendolyn Roscoe). The bearded fellow holding her is her proud grandpa Caselton Roscoe. He built the print shop. He lived in Milan, Ohio and had helped build many homes and mills in that vicinity. I have several of his diaries describing those times. He was also a fifer in the Union Army during the Civil War. When he got back home he used to play for Saturday night dances in the area.
The lady looking back at the camera is probably my grandmother, Elizabeth “Bessie” Roscoe. Before Bessie married my grandfather, Pearl, she was one of the youngest schoolteachers in Erie County. (She taught in the Berlin-Milan rural schools in the 1890s). I still have her teaching certificates along with a pic of her in her one room school.
The folks relaxing on the swing were probably Bessie’s sisters and brother-in-law. But the photo is not clear enough to determine exactly who they are.
Aside from my mom I never met any of these people. Although my grandparents died in 1946 I have no memories of them (I was born in 1944). I certainly wish I’d known them. I envy persons who are fortunate enough to know, or to have known, their grandparents. But at least I have these pix.
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.47 – THURSDAY MAY 2,1907
Chas A. Pratt to J.E. Darby, 3-8 acres, Florence township, $775.
Almon J. Lee, 15 acres, Vermilion township, $300.
Geo. C. Brundage to Otto Sutton, 119 acres, Vermilion township, $500.
Lovina B. King to Anson and Carrie Pease, 46 acres, Vermilion township, $2,000.
Chas. S. Ruggles to Isaac C. Haines, lots in Crescent View allotment, $200.
The Lorain plant of the National Stove works was nearly completely destroyed by fire Monday night. The only portions of the plant remaining are the foundry storeroom for raw material, and plating and polishing room. The loss is place at $200,000 fully insured. Over 300 men are thrown out of employment. It is not definitely known whether the plant will be rebuilt or not.
Any person, the owner, lessor or agent of any land in the Village of Vermilion, Ohio, is hereby notified to destroy all Canada Thistles, Oxeye Daisies, Wild Parsnip, Sweet Clover, Wild Carrots, Teasels, Burdock, and Cockleburs, on or before the 10th day of June, 1907, otherwise they will be destroyed and the labor of destruction charged to the property whereon same is found. – H.R. Williams, Mayor of Vermilion, O.
[VV. Ed. Note: This proclamation was a curiosity for me. But I guess all these plant were considered to be (for the lack of a better words) noxious weeds. The Ox-eye Daisy for instance was (and may still be) prohibited in the States of Colorado, Illinois, Indiana, Kansas, Missouri, Montana, Ohio, Washington, Wyoming, and West Virginia. It is a common roadside daisy, established and loved in all 50 states. It does become invasive in many areas, so has been prohibited by more states than any other wildflower, mostly for agricultural reasons. It has been with us for hundreds of years, being one of the European weeds that were brought inadvertently across the ocean in colonists’ crop seed sacks as they embarked on farming in a new world. I don’t know the history of all these plants. But I’m guessing they shared a similar reputation.]
Notice is hereby given that any unauthorized person or persons found removing dirt form the streets will be prosecuted according to law. – H.R. Williams, Mayor.
[VV. Ed. Note: I really would like to know what activity predicated this notice. Someone didn’t have enough dirt? Hard to believe.]
Mrs. J. Lassen is on the sick list.
The new phone for the “Manhattan” restaurant is 181.
Walter Grugel will try his luck at striking nails for Wm. Ketch.
Avery and Bemis have installed a fine assortment of Graphopones to brighten up life in many homes. On the opening day he sold six machines.
[VV. Ed. Note: The GRAPHOPHONE was the name and trademark of an improved version of the phonograph. It was invented at the Volta Laboratory established by Alexander Graham Bell in Washington, D.C. Its trademark usage was acquired successively by the Volta Graphophone Company, then the American Graphophone Company, the North American Phonograph Company, and finally by the Columbia Phonograph Company (later Columbia Records all of which either produced or sold Graphophones.
[VV. Ed. Note: I wonder what happened to Slumsky’s shoes? Did he ever finish the other shoe?]
Anyone passing along our streets these days is sure to notice very many lawns ornamented with a few old tin cans and other rubbish. The stranger will ask, “What does it Mean?” If you do not know I will tell you.
This ornamentation shows that the town I wide-awake, in that it provides means for the residents to dispose of all this disagreeable refuse which otherwise would litter up many a back yard. It helps to make our home surroundings more pleasant and agreeable and we are glad to live in a town whose town administration has the interests of the people at heart. We readily appreciate any improvement large or small, which will benefit the town people and make our home surroundings more pleasant and beautiful.
Well, what is done with this rubbish?
As said above these things show that the town is wide-awake, in that it provides wagons to collect this refuse and dispose of it.
The only disagreeable feature is to see these rubbish piles standing on or front lawns and in our streets.
Sometimes they stand two or three days and sometimes a week. They certainly are not beautiful ornamentations and they get to be an eyesore.
Could we not devise some means of leaving this stuff in the backyard, out of sight, until it is called for, as they do in some communities?
Due notice is given in the NEWS whenever the collector expects to call and unless the rubbish is at hand when he passes he cannot be expected to do his part of the work.
[VV. Ed. Note: I realize that this may seem like such a trivial matter (i.e. rubbish disposal) to many of us now. But it’s an interesting part of local history; how rubbish was disposed of in the early years; and what problems they faced while the disposal system was being developed.]
Mr. and Mrs. James Baumhardt were entertained at the home of the latter’s brother M.J. Trinter in Vermilion Sunday.
The social given by the B.H.S. was well attended and a good time was enjoyed by all.
BORN – To Mr. and Mr. Conrad Brill, April 28, 07, a daughter.
BORN – To Mr. and Mrs. Chas. Kniesple [sic], a daughter, April 30, 07.
Luzette Bartholomew is confined to the house with the measles.
Supt. George Nuhn, visited the school Tuesday afternoon.
The Ladies’ of this vicinity are busy house cleaning when the weather permits.
The seventh grade described their schoolmates and those who had the best descriptions were Corinne McConnelly, Harold Shinn and Carl Gegenheimer.
The sixth grade wrote some excellent compositions on “Labor”. The best compositions were written by Eunice Backus, Mary Karr, Francis Pelton and Loren Cowan.
The honor of the “Opening Picnic” will fall to the White Tie Outing Club of Cleveland, O., said club is considered as one of the ranking social club of said city and as they have the honor as aforesaid stated they intend to have the attendance on the date one to be long remembered by all who attend.
The date selected by the White Ties is Sunday June 2nd, and the committee will expend a large amount to properly advertise the “Opening Date.”
Alonzo Pelton who has been suffering with a severe attack of Asthma was taken to the hospital of the Ohio Soldier’s and Sailor Home at Sandusky Wednesday for treatment. Mrs. Pelton is also reported quite sick.
Word has reached this office from the Soldier’s Home of Sandusky that Mr. Alonzo Pelton of this place had passed away this morning.
Trawl net fishermen from Sandusky brought in five tons of Carp Monday to the Driscoll Fish Co. This is the largest quantity of this fish ever brought to Vermilion.
A.D. Baumhart is preparing for the summer season by purchasing an up-to-date Ice cream freezing outfit. The machine has arrived and will be ready for business in a few weeks. With this process the cream is frozen with cold brine instead of crushed ice and salt. The brine is made ice cold and circulated about the cream cans containing the cream. Baumhart’s Ice cream has become famous in this section as being the most delicious that can be made.
The Vermilion Fishermen are still wearing the smile that won’t come off, on account of the fish that seem to like this port for their port of entry in the commercial world.
The gateman’s shanty at the Division street crossing of the L.S. & M.S. Ry., caught fire one night last week but the blaze was extinguished before much damage was done.
The International Specialty Mfg. Company have commenced work at their factory, formerly the Duplex Stamping Works.
[VV. Ed. Note: I sure would like to know where these companies were located. Right now I’ve not a clue.]
Dr. Englebry and his bride have returned from their trip.
Quite a number of Vermilion people are in Sandusky attending the Stove Co. trial.
[VV. Ed. Note: This must refer to the stove works that never really got off the ground in Vermilion. I’ll see if I can find something more about this “trial” in the Sandusky paper archives.]
Mr. Howard of the Howard Stove & Mfg. Co. was in town on business Wednesday. The suit in which the company is involved with the lot holders is to have a hearing today.
A fire alarm brought everybody out Friday about noon. The blaze was in the Danzy place recently purchased by Geo. P Wahl and was extinguished without much damage. It was caused by the lighting of a match in a closet by one of the tenants and throwing it down after it was supposed to have been extinguished.
Arthur Wood, an Englishman aged 29 died at the home of E.J. Phelps near Huron Tuesday supposedly from an overdose of headache powders. He had been suffering from headache and bought the powders but did not follow directions for taking. No relatives can be found in this country.
By Mary Wakefield Buxton
When the third bell rang at 8:00 am, I emerged from my dreams, jumped into a trench coat to cover my nightgown, pushed bare feet into loafers (which was really the look in 1959) ran a comb through my curls, and straggled off to my first class. Who said education was wasted on the young?
I soon discovered my professors were either deeply intellectual single women of advanced ages, too smart to marry, or old men who were like grandfather figures. Both had brilliant minds and perfect diction which stood out in a southern school.
Dr. Meade awaited my arrival. A distinguished author and historian who had written works on Virginia’s early political leaders, he was professor of Western Civilization. A fine “olde” southern gentleman, he was gracious and had elegant manners.
The first day of class he went over everyone’s names. Southerners, I soon learned, were all related to each other and Dr. Meade knew every family in the south. “Are you related to the Virginia Marshall’s?” he would ask someone from North Carolina. She was. And so forth. When he got to me he asked if I had come from a Virginia family.” No sir, my family is from Yorkshire England via Vermilion, Ohio.”
He looked stunned. Perhaps the Virginians have been here so long they don’t know they have English roots? “We came over in 1872,” I added. I realized I was Newcomer and worse, Yankee.
The Virginians descend from the southern English, he explained kindly. I knew his branch was full of Roman and French blood whereas my branch was full of Scots, Vikings and a sprinkling of God. Father always said the malleable “southerners” were not as aggressive as the “northerners” and they were the sorry reason that England was conquered by the Normans in 1066, but I did not share that interesting opinion with Dr. Meade.
My first history quiz came back with an “F.” Enraged, (with my northern English genes) I stormed into his office to ask how I could have possibly failed a history quiz. The good man said his history majors had graded the quizzes and he would be happy to read my answers personally. He soon agreed with me that it was certainly not an F paper. I watched happily as he crossed off the “F”. But then he replaced it with a “D.” Disappointed, still, I was grateful. “D” didn’t sound so terrible.
English literature was no better. I wrote my first literary criticism typing on Father’s old portable Royal typewriter. I had never learned to type in high school and we hadn’t been required to type our essays. I had never received anything less than an “A” in my life in writing classes.
My professor, Miss Wright, must not have known good writing when she saw it, however, because my first paper came back with another darn “D.” What was wrong with these Virginians? Didn’t they recognize brilliance when they saw it? Almost every other word had been circled as a “typo.” I would not only have to learn to type but also to proofread my work.
The French and Spanish classes were taught by natives. Miss Crooks was very French and turned her nose up at anything American and particularly anything “southern.” She did not let any of us wonder what she thought of us, and especially our pronunciation of her beloved language. I supposed French spoken in a southern drawl was a bit jarring.
Miss Clemente taught Spanish. She loved teaching and everything about it, including her students. She insisted we learn “Castilian.” “You must speak the Kings Spanish,” she said, for whatever reason I could not guess. Speaking Castilian was like speaking with a ping pong ball in one’s mouth. The freshman class of ’63 was an odd mix--daughters of professionals, politicians, southern small business, northern industry and landed gentry. The last being blue bloods of the South that carried wonderful names as if they were kings and queens of England. Their ancestors had all fought in “the warah.” It was months before I realized this was not World War ll.
Art class was the most disappointing class as I had no talent. We were supposed to work on our “masterpiece.” My masterpiece was a painting of a lady lolling on the beach in a two piece bathing suit.
The instructor took to passing my masterpiece and me each day with a deep scowl carved into her forehead. Finally she could bear it no more, picked up my brush and with a few furious strokes turned my bathing beauty into a mermaid. “If you insist on painting trivial subjects, you should at least make your subjects whimsical!” she snapped. Oh, how this hurt. Why must becoming a lady be so painful?
[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, 2015]
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.
…oners down the creek, perhaps forty rods, and crossed on a mill dam. Immediately after crossing the creek two boys, Charles Butler and Robert Snow, about two years old and the youngest of the families, were killed and scalped, their bodies stripped of clothing and thrown into a bunch of hazel bushes at the foot of a black oak tree. A few rods farther on Julia Butler, four years old was killed. From there they took a southwesterly course, and came out near what is known as the Moorecraft place, where they killed Mrs. Snow on account of her inability to travel. Smith Butler was also killed, but his body was not found until the next fall, and we have not learned the exact spot nor his age, but he must have been ten or more years old. The Indians designed to keep him a captive, but he tried to escape from them and was so turbulent that they killed and scalped him.
The party that pursued them, the next day knew that young Butler was killed, for they found his pantaloons, which had been handled with bloody fingers.
We will now go back to the house from which the captives were driven. After the women had been taken out, a few Indians collected all the clothing and other property, including a sidesaddle, emptying the beds on the floor for the sake of the ticks, and broke the crockery on the floor. They took all they could carry, compelling Henry Grass to carry a pack load, and left for their canoes at Pickerel creek. Meantime at the house of Mr. Putnam, a half a mile down Cold creek, were Mary Putnam, aged twelve years; Ezra Putnam, ten; Frank Putnam, eight; and George Butler, eight. About an hour after the attack they came up to Snow's house, saw the situation of things and went immediately to the field where Dan Markham and Horace Putnam were at work, and told them that the Indians had been at Snow's house, plundered it, and taken all the inmates captive. Markham went with the children to the place where Mr. Putnam and Snow were at work with their sons, while Putnam hunted up Fowler, Pollock and Sam Markham. Both parties repaired immediately to the plundered house, and saw the ruins. It being about sunset they immediately went to Pipe creek, the nearest settlement, five miles southeast, and gathered all the available force to pursue the Indians the next day. In the morning the party having been increased by Captain Seth Harrington, Capt. Sam Magill, James and John McCord, and three or four more, proceeded forthwith to follow the trail and found the bodies of the murdered ones as above described. After passing the high bluff near the line of Sandusky county, and getting into the woods they took a northerly course and came out on the Bay shore, near the mouth of Pickerel. There they found that the Indians had put their booty and captives aboard their canoes and taken to the water, so that they could do nothing more in pursuit, and returned to perform the painful duty of burying their slaughtered friends. The bodies of the killed were stripped of clothing, their heads broken in by the tomahawk, and scalped.
The captives were hurriedly driven along, and those who were not able, as has been said, were killed; they were quietly taken one side by an Indian, and dispatched, so that the survivors should not be witnesses of the scene. At Pickerel, after they had put their plunder and captives aboard, they crossed the bay to a point, which is a mile and three-quarters from Portage river or one of its branches. Here the whole party disembarked, the canoes unloaded and carried overland to Portage river. It took six Indians to carry the three canoes, and ten were employed in driving the captives, and carrying the plunder. This, says Mrs. Putnam, was the hardest part of the captivity, for she was obliged to run and carry her boy. This was about daybreak on the third of June. The names of the captives were Mrs. Mary Putnam, aged fifty years; Mrs. Butler, thirty; Henry Grass, eighteen; Hannah Page, fourteen; Electa Snow, fifteen; Laura, ten; Willard Snow, six; Orlin Putnam, four. The last named, the youngest, would, doubtless, have been killed had it not been for the resolution of his mother in keeping him with her, and the assistance rendered by Grass in helping to carry him. On the arrival of the party at Portage river, the canoes were launched, and they went down the river to the lake, and up the lake some distance where they landed, and the Indians cooked food, and ate, offering some to their captives, which was refused. They also stretched the scalps taken, on wooden hoops, and hung them in the sun to dry, remaining there over night. In the morning they took to their crafts, and went to Malden, and from there to Detroit where the captives were delivered up to the British Indian agent by the name of Ironside. They suffered no violence from their captors, except to travel much faster than was comfortable.
After leaving their homes, they were three days on their way to Detroit, and during that time, took no food. They were asked by the agent how they fared, and whether they had been given anything to eat; they replied that they had eaten nothing, though food had been offered to them; "Ah," said he, "if you had been with them a month, you would eat with them; you have not been long enough with them." After their arrival at Detroit, they fared well, and staid there until General Harrison moved his army on to Maiden in the fall, which opened communication with Detroit, and then Snow, Putnam and Butler went after them, and all the captives returned safely, except Henry Grass, who being a Canadian, went to his father's home in Canada. The friends of the prisoners frequently heard of them by deserters who left Detroit, but they could not communicate any thing to them, as Detroit was in the hands of the British.
In the spring of 1819, John Ward, of Margaretta, and George Bishop, of Danbury, were trapping in Danbury, in the vicinity of the two harbors. They had collected a few skins, and lay down, in their temporary hut for the night. Three straggling Ottawa Indians, to obtain their little pittance of furs…
BREAKFAST IN BED: This record was in a rather large collection of old 78 and 33 1/3 records donated to the museum by my late brother’s (Wm. R. Tarrant’s) family. It is a one-sided disc.
The Victor Talking Machine Company is an American flagship record company headquartered in Camden, New Jersey: The company was founded in 1901 by Eldridge R. Johnson who had previously made gramophones to play Emile Berliner's disc records.
The Victor Company used the “Bat Wing” label from 1914 to 1926. It got its name from the design on the top of the label. It didn’t change during the time it was used. Prior to coming across this record I’ve never come across a disk like it. I’ve found, however, that they are relatively common.
Sir Henry "Harry" Lauder (1870-1950) was the artist who made the recording. Harry was a Scottish music hall and vaudeville singer and comedian. He was perhaps best known for a long-standing hit "I Love a Lassie" and became an international success. As a familiar worldwide figure he promoted images like the kilt and the cromach (i.e. staff or walking stick) to huge acclaim, especially in the U.S. Sir Winston Churchill referred to him as "Scotland's greatest ever ambassador!”
By 1911, Lauder was the highest-paid performer in the world, and was the first Scottish artist to sell a million records. He raised vast amounts of money for the war effort during World War I, for which he was subsequently knighted in 1919. He went into semi-retirement in the mid-1930s, but briefly emerged to entertain troops in World War II. By the late-1940s he was suffering from long periods of ill health and died in Scotland in 1950.
I have heard this recording and can honestly tell you that you can’t dance to it. Bing Crosby “Old Harry” wasn’t.
The psychology instructor had just finished a lecture on mental health and was giving an oral test.
Speaking specifically about manic depression, she asked, "How would you diagnose a patient who walks back and forth screaming at the top of his lungs one minute, then sits in a chair weeping uncontrollably the next?"
A young man in the rear raised his hand and answered, "He's probably a basketball coach."
LOCAL ANNOUNCEMENTS: After giving it much thought this link has been "put-down". During the last year most of the folks who used to use this page as a bulletin board have acquired their own and, consequently, no longer need this forum from "Views". I have, however, kept links (in the links section) to Larry Hohler's "Hope Homes" in Kenya - and to Bette Lou Higgins' Eden Valley Enterprises sites. They are historically and socially relevant projects. I suggest that you visit these sites on a regular basis to see "what's shakin'".
Persons interested in the history of the Lake Shore Electric Railway (which was the subject of a recent past podcast series) - "the greatest electaric railway system on the planet" may want to go to Amazon.com and purchase a book called "Images of Rail - Lake Shore Electric Railway". It was put together by Thomas J. Patton with the help of my friends DENNIS LAMONT and ALBERT DOANE. It'd make a nice gift.
Another great book with Vermilion Roots is, "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.
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