tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19933628338635266622024-02-06T17:59:50.429-08:00Crossroads Village of Flint MichiganWelcome to
~Crossroads Village~
Please watch your step.
Walks, streets, and floors
replicate those of the 1800's
and are unevenHistorical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-81487557108357180682011-01-15T20:45:00.021-08:002011-01-15T20:45:56.150-08:00Welcome to Crossroads Village of Flint, Michigan<span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-size: 100%;">Welcome to</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">~Crossroads Village~</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; font-size: 100%;">Please watch your step.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;">Walks, streets, and floors<br />replicate</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"> those of the 1800's<br />and are uneven.<br /></span>(<span style="font-size: 78%;">from the brochure of Crossroads Village</span>)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kmT7xEzpBfqiInpfIgVL3KeBNZ6q7LhK4PHVoyC_g4zK9Nuboe2FwZqh0ga3lVYMTKIcmkeajfhJE7PbDUbPqYTyxhPfUBRe8avwBz89z1uRIj6brZu9iNN9Ty7YReJNEpk7HGT7ZfU/s1600-h/Main+Street+016+retouched+%26+cropped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kmT7xEzpBfqiInpfIgVL3KeBNZ6q7LhK4PHVoyC_g4zK9Nuboe2FwZqh0ga3lVYMTKIcmkeajfhJE7PbDUbPqYTyxhPfUBRe8avwBz89z1uRIj6brZu9iNN9Ty7YReJNEpk7HGT7ZfU/s400/Main+Street+016+retouched+%26+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243697807034209394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 85%;">The entrance to Crossroads Village</span><br /><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"> Tiny plumes of smoke rise from the boiler at the Master Cider Mill and drift silently over the wooden walks and dewy grass. Down the street, a woman walks among her gardens gathering flowers in her apron and waves to the gentlemen at the sawmill, who are turning huge logs into planks. There’s a game of checkers just starting at the barbershop, and musicians backstage at the opera house are tuning up their voices for the first show of the day.<br /></span> <p style="margin: 0pt 10px 0pt 20px;" align="left"> <span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;">The century-old grinding stones at the Atlas Mill are turning wheat into flour for the day’s bread, while a little girl learns to crochet and her mother admires a hand-made quilt. Eager passengers slide onto their seats in the wooden coaches of the Huckleberry Railroad as the conductor calls out, “All aboard!”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0pt 10px 0pt 20px;" align="left"> </p> <p style="margin: 0pt 20px;" align="left"> <span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"> Most of the 35 buildings here were moved – brick, board<span lang="en-us"> and stone – to this magical place at the edge of Mott Lake. Many came from just a few miles away. In this peaceful setting, they have been preserved, furnished and put back into use, so you can experience first-hand what life was like in a small village in Michigan in the late 1800's</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 85%;"><span lang="en-us">(<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">this was taken from the official Crossroads Village web site</span>)<br /></span></span></p><br /><br />Thus begins our journey to and through that little village that few are aware of, Crossroads Village.<br />Crossroads Village was founded in the year 1973 as part of the upcoming United States bicentennial celebration. It had only three buildings at that time but grew to 13 buildings by its grand opening day of July 4, 1976.<br />It now has over 30 structures.<br />What makes Crossroads Village so unique is its authenticity - it has dirt roads, wood-plank sidewalks, an actual period train and train cars, and just has the look and feel of stepping into the past, moreso, dare I say, than the modernized Greenfield Village.<br />Does Crossroads have its problems? Certainly, and I plan to address those problems throughout this blog when I feel it is necessary.<br />I will address one complaint here: for the twenty + years that I have been visiting Crossroads Village, I have never seen a guidebook with info and photos, only a brochure with a few lines written about each structure. I feel this needs to be rectified, for this Village deserves more than a simple brochure.<br /><br />When all is said and done, we here in southeast Michigan are truly blessed with having two open-air historical museums within two hours of each other.<br />For those out-of-towners who cannot make it to either one, I hope my blogs help you to enjoy them vicariously through the information and photos posted.<br />By the way, all photos were taken by me. If you would like to use them, feel free, but please give me and this blog the credit. Thank you.<br />(Here is the address to my Greenfield Village blog - http://gfv1929.blogspot.com/).<br />So, come along on this Journey to the Past...Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-55726060279169552392009-09-22T07:06:00.000-07:002010-08-04T18:39:27.118-07:00Fox House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcc0RfHUBtH4nIGf7ZWjF3dO4tfFNGTg1nkfhGqMZwjpN9FjoAkeprzHBnNa9DrDcvkUgqXA-GpikO1_SQX-4T3WOo-X3fS5eLKsjDx5-uUvIHxvcWgIGsYOOX7vfgGiqk_aUk24tWGg/s1600-h/Fox+House+1876+01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcc0RfHUBtH4nIGf7ZWjF3dO4tfFNGTg1nkfhGqMZwjpN9FjoAkeprzHBnNa9DrDcvkUgqXA-GpikO1_SQX-4T3WOo-X3fS5eLKsjDx5-uUvIHxvcWgIGsYOOX7vfgGiqk_aUk24tWGg/s400/Fox+House+1876+01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384296150080695138" border="0" /></a><br /><span lang="en-us" style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">This Italianate 1876 house was originally the home of Jackson Fox, a prosperous farmer, and his wife, Melissa, with their ten children.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Jackson lived in this house until his death in 1899. His widow remained there until she died sometime after. Other generations lived in the house until it was donated to Crossroads Village in 1975.<br /><br /><br />The following, taken from the Flint Journal, reveals more about the Fox house than I can find elsewhere:</span><br /><br /><div id="pBlogBody_459951104" class="blogContent"> <h1><span style="font-size:100%;">Here's a surprise: Kalamazoo, Michigan man gets a special birthday by visiting family homestead in Crossroads Village in Genesee Township</span></h1> <h3><span style="font-size:100%;">by David Harris | The Flint Journal </span> <div style="margin-top: 6px;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Monday December 29, 2008, 10:00 PM</span></div></h3> <p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong>GENESEE TOWNSHIP, Michigan</strong> -- <span style="font-size:100%;">Jackson Fox Jr., his wife Katrina Schuur-Fox and his brother, Steve, stood around a table Monday in the 132-year-old house, eyeing an ancient land deed from when their ancestors bought the property.</span></span></p><span style="font-size:100%;"><a name="more"></a></span> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">The deed was dated from 1837 and said "United States government" on the top.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">"Isn't that neat?" exclaimed Schuur-Fox as she peered at the document.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">All around them was family history. There was the parlor room with wood floors where the family used to gather around for years. </span></p><h3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93be7yMik9QSMzF884eDlWpPRfBGKaP3v7CcFmHTnpuE3aSfI26goBKlswr8vehSWEWdoWlrGRSA3xYIF1ucWmPl17GFmJq2oe9kaItFqgNbefB7xrxIOTaiMVISnVrHqiwEgjD23Akg/s1600-h/Fox+House+1876+02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93be7yMik9QSMzF884eDlWpPRfBGKaP3v7CcFmHTnpuE3aSfI26goBKlswr8vehSWEWdoWlrGRSA3xYIF1ucWmPl17GFmJq2oe9kaItFqgNbefB7xrxIOTaiMVISnVrHqiwEgjD23Akg/s400/Fox+House+1876+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384296160055335234" border="0" /></a></h3> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Next to the parlor was the dining room where they used to have Sunday dinners and Thanksgiving. There were the pictures of the original owners, Jackson and Adeline Fox, and their 10 children on the walls.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">The family gathered for Jackson Fox Jr.'s 60th birthday. The house now is located in Crossroads Village.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Jackson Fox Jr. of Kalamazoo is the original Jackson Fox's great-grandson.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">The elder Fox built the house, which originally was located at Carpenter and Branch roads in Genesee Township, in 1876.</span></p> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">Jackson Fox Jr. said it is rare to have so much family history.</span></p><h3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYBMUKwiDQrvDbt8yXGQrmvZLAG2I9Ol_7ZQF1yjSESDrdPy8E5W5aJ1pZCMNI92FPM9ltQ4AdD8KTB8cqRiARJ_fkhqVz1hfoKtFOEPGsHl0HT-X94PH-mZUjYBNP14_InKeaqTRQzk/s1600-h/Fox+House+1876+04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVYBMUKwiDQrvDbt8yXGQrmvZLAG2I9Ol_7ZQF1yjSESDrdPy8E5W5aJ1pZCMNI92FPM9ltQ4AdD8KTB8cqRiARJ_fkhqVz1hfoKtFOEPGsHl0HT-X94PH-mZUjYBNP14_InKeaqTRQzk/s400/Fox+House+1876+04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384296170690353042" border="0" /></a></h3> <p><span style="font-size:100%;">"I don't think many people could ever point to a home that belonged to their great grandparents, let alone set foot in it," he said. "It's a way to connect to your ancestors."</span></p><h3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgseYWFFsTLLjHT55xBr_JKqpzvKcMHZPhgSFTt_7Q_NBhLaI7MRvegpRX9z4W8Do_VocNwyAkIZYnJRMKmb4WYNfC0xG5dpnU-tez3WPku5VBoytj3krGBmnyrHKjRmuQoaxMXsPyz99c/s1600-h/Fox+House+1876+03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgseYWFFsTLLjHT55xBr_JKqpzvKcMHZPhgSFTt_7Q_NBhLaI7MRvegpRX9z4W8Do_VocNwyAkIZYnJRMKmb4WYNfC0xG5dpnU-tez3WPku5VBoytj3krGBmnyrHKjRmuQoaxMXsPyz99c/s400/Fox+House+1876+03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384296168859386402" border="0" /></a></h3> <p><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>About the Fox family: </strong><br /></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">• <strong>1837: </strong>The family comes to Genesee Township from New York and buys 80 acres of farmland, building a log cabin.<br /></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">• <strong>1876: </strong>Jackson Fox builds a two-story house with nine rooms and lives there for the rest of his life.<br /></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">• <strong>1940s: </strong>The house undergoes restoration.<br /></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:100%;">• <strong>1975: </strong>The house is donated to Crossroads Village, where it stands today.</span></p> </div><br /><h3><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8XLJXEt4xtUl9foWWxHaH5IYqO4o-dNqlzeBD9gQ5Ax4ykXqPA7XSxxBzX_OZLeHmFSuShqkD4M-kpXAD7uo312DQR46y0CsGQuwgqhh4LrsILac_ewYZT_Ih7TLmruBmzs5M_E4qQSM/s1600-h/Crossroads+Village+2009+-+009+Fox+House+-+Rebecca+in+a+mirror.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8XLJXEt4xtUl9foWWxHaH5IYqO4o-dNqlzeBD9gQ5Ax4ykXqPA7XSxxBzX_OZLeHmFSuShqkD4M-kpXAD7uo312DQR46y0CsGQuwgqhh4LrsILac_ewYZT_Ih7TLmruBmzs5M_E4qQSM/s400/Crossroads+Village+2009+-+009+Fox+House+-+Rebecca+in+a+mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384296179376173298" border="0" /></a></h3> <br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-40055902456996303162008-09-28T12:52:00.000-07:002011-03-11T16:14:45.129-08:00Atlas Gristmill<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtyt5Dg1He0gMMUDk9sPT01fHP4twpxfHN-4M5ZRIIN3Z97TmVIF6KqJU5y3hgAw8CLrPsmTuQmsW-wS4Mm6Bsw0ruVJ9OaZuzb5Z0dbgybhLa1y3PWWLIswGRC1AFkXQ0o-5-dcXdog/s1600-h/Gristmill+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtyt5Dg1He0gMMUDk9sPT01fHP4twpxfHN-4M5ZRIIN3Z97TmVIF6KqJU5y3hgAw8CLrPsmTuQmsW-wS4Mm6Bsw0ruVJ9OaZuzb5Z0dbgybhLa1y3PWWLIswGRC1AFkXQ0o-5-dcXdog/s400/Gristmill+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251174455318686082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">From colonial times and into the first half of the nineteenth century, gristmills flourished in America by meeting an important local need in agricultural communities: grinding the farmers' grain with large, circular stones, and levying a toll, usually in kind, for the service.</span><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ><br />The founding father of Atlas, Michigan was Judge Norman D</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >avison, who arrived here in 1831 from Livingston County, New York. He cleared the land and built a hous</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >e for his family near the river on the site where the Atlas Country Club now stands. He erected a sawmill in 1833 and a gristmill in 1836. The town was first known as Davisonville</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >, and the first p</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >ost office was started in 1837 with Mr. Davison as the postmaster. (</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >In 1854 the name was changed from Davisonville to Atlas due to confusion with the mail between the town and the Da</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >vison Station on the Grand Trunk Railroad. </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The Atlas Post Of</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >fice is considered one of the oldest in the state</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >.)</span><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >Soon after Davison settled in this location, many more settlers c</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >ame to the town. The first blacksmith, Enas Rockafellow, arrived in 1837. Fitch R</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >. Tracy started a mercantile business in the late 1830's. Dr. Elbridge Gale started his practice in Atlas in 1837. Due to his interest in tanning, sheep were introduced to this area. With the coming of sheep, Oliver Palmer built a wool carding and stock dressing business. A woolen mill was erected n</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >ext to the gristmill during the 1850's. The first tavern appeared on the scene in 1840. Noah Hull, as a carpenter and millwright, helped build many of the businesses and houses after his arrive in 1846. Furniture for the town's people was made by the l</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >ocal cabinet maker, Mr. James Shields. Residents could have their shoes repaired or have new ones made by the shoemaker, James Lobban.</span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > There were many other settlers who contributed to the prosperity of Atlas.</span></p><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >With the increase of families coming to the area, a school was started in 1837. One can just imagine this small mid-19th century town, how it looked in the early days. Probably very similar to what Crossroads Village looks like today.<br /></span><p align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRBdTj1NVQLkfev7pOrWhMLJZwlujlWVm8Ug5PLeIczOLCRoaR4bHFBBiWjdyj_wozwdkbPiZL-ixMIJQlgrg5A2ISs2m_sJIGQSitMM7o0ODq6PLZo4JTGtl9Y1zVr3hpH7z6Dx-WSY/s1600-h/Gristmill+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRBdTj1NVQLkfev7pOrWhMLJZwlujlWVm8Ug5PLeIczOLCRoaR4bHFBBiWjdyj_wozwdkbPiZL-ixMIJQlgrg5A2ISs2m_sJIGQSitMM7o0ODq6PLZo4JTGtl9Y1zVr3hpH7z6Dx-WSY/s400/Gristmill+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251174650483937810" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" > </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" ></span> </p><span style="font-size:100%;">Gristmills flourished in America by meeting an important local need in agricultural communities by grinding the farmer's grain into flour. It is operated by water-driven turbine beneath the water surface so the mill can operate in winter if the surface of the water is frozen. The water power turns the large stone wheels used for grinding.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_m2EF1cPOXWIIOhazNa85tRVUmhBFSm9hQEHAZiCfYNeMNQImNg1JhFP4cv0Cb2yqsnmSkw1zvZuir4DhIUthqFDFUkpV5swchiYH1Tl1yiLw0_yoY-fH1OAkKNy_7bKFohuc3_P-ZZA/s1600-h/Gristmill+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_m2EF1cPOXWIIOhazNa85tRVUmhBFSm9hQEHAZiCfYNeMNQImNg1JhFP4cv0Cb2yqsnmSkw1zvZuir4DhIUthqFDFUkpV5swchiYH1Tl1yiLw0_yoY-fH1OAkKNy_7bKFohuc3_P-ZZA/s400/Gristmill+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251174056069793490" border="0" /></a><span>Each granite stone, which were made around 1835 in North Carolina, weighs 1800 pounds</span>.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Qg0f9Sf09qakRYMhSBHHqXc-n3vu9YPMKKuQSHxHNBhWp1YDzVXPRxXXEohhckrVmbdSLvWJWVU9RvDsaf40cdq5pCFGRechvgKrFkLNiHoxMbkLpw3mjXIfYvsbM0Lm2NFxl3jy_pY/s1600-h/Gristmill+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Qg0f9Sf09qakRYMhSBHHqXc-n3vu9YPMKKuQSHxHNBhWp1YDzVXPRxXXEohhckrVmbdSLvWJWVU9RvDsaf40cdq5pCFGRechvgKrFkLNiHoxMbkLpw3mjXIfYvsbM0Lm2NFxl3jy_pY/s400/Gristmill+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251173753023220242" border="0" /></a></div><p align="left"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCCpxPA4rjwuhPpDPyyRR3tAmUPHbrjN4PKnDSKfLJNACeU3kYZsopCQVN30gP5giVZX86Q_Y2X1fDwT5XWElJICsLGXmhlNsXAiMpNQGcGeVZsZrz86ON5df8zQ__CtZJ4YAQhqvtrc/s1600-h/Gristmill+6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfCCpxPA4rjwuhPpDPyyRR3tAmUPHbrjN4PKnDSKfLJNACeU3kYZsopCQVN30gP5giVZX86Q_Y2X1fDwT5XWElJICsLGXmhlNsXAiMpNQGcGeVZsZrz86ON5df8zQ__CtZJ4YAQhqvtrc/s400/Gristmill+6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251172911116591362" border="0" /></a> </p> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhyG2b_rxPtLmmxDlelSH3aw9O_0rVM1DSBp8-6KvERnB5vBWmzQBJgFkf9066IauFoNGCDG4Cs1Mj45ryxtb_F_JwIchjh7yRG6TcdYPMkmXtVKadVQ1vHe0g9S_ZrCoI-tQwb2gu_o/s1600-h/Gristmill+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhyG2b_rxPtLmmxDlelSH3aw9O_0rVM1DSBp8-6KvERnB5vBWmzQBJgFkf9066IauFoNGCDG4Cs1Mj45ryxtb_F_JwIchjh7yRG6TcdYPMkmXtVKadVQ1vHe0g9S_ZrCoI-tQwb2gu_o/s400/Gristmill+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251172719679981442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family:Arial;">The Atlas gristmill, d</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >uring the early days of the settlement, was used for other purposes besides grinding grain. The lean-to of the mill was used as the first school in Davison/Atlas, and the first post office was also located in the mill. On April 4, 1836, the first township meeting was held there.<br />It remained in operation until 1943, when, due (in part) to WWII, replacement parts for repairs were no longer available. </span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;" >The mill<b> </b>was dismantled and moved to Crossroads Village in 1975 where it was renovated and then moved, in 1977, to its current location inside the Village.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The sights and sounds of the spinning, grinding wheels give the public a first-hand glimpse of an earlier age. The turning wheels could grind one barrel of flour (whole wheat or buckwheat) or corn meal an hour. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">An early portrayal of living history.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-family:Arial;">It now produces stone-ground flour sold in Crossroads Village.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><br /><br /></span><span lang="en-us"><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ></span></span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-20827988715221535702008-09-16T09:59:00.000-07:002010-08-04T18:27:19.091-07:00George H. Durand Home and Law Office<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdevY5is-HVgj9p_I_hCkR4LAIJunmZOE0z1z5gPfxJtZ-HmZ8pIjo7U5DaYgOHgN4gVGa19zDdm7G9bmSE1D2bAipCZoeIFLXFA6RPWhHV5m6TaZ2H_2mUYnPVjF3qmN2cTXSuK6Ll0/s1600-h/Durand+Law+Office+1850%27s+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkdevY5is-HVgj9p_I_hCkR4LAIJunmZOE0z1z5gPfxJtZ-HmZ8pIjo7U5DaYgOHgN4gVGa19zDdm7G9bmSE1D2bAipCZoeIFLXFA6RPWhHV5m6TaZ2H_2mUYnPVjF3qmN2cTXSuK6Ll0/s400/Durand+Law+Office+1850%27s+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827690783951570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I'm sure the long railed entryway is not original!<br />Note the wood-plank walk way in front. Simply wonderful!<br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVaCDx_HIW4J3aHwki2x33_HGNSc-BxXimBViAm-MOkmAj7dxln0JuWj56OI20kwfE9K40j0XW7d7nNBaMAPpurQmDNRRT97qIZ6mWDtbyWBbTE-S0HkhQ6DvluA1ugKNRFj0LLXVqS4/s1600-h/Durand+Law+Office+1850%27s+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTVaCDx_HIW4J3aHwki2x33_HGNSc-BxXimBViAm-MOkmAj7dxln0JuWj56OI20kwfE9K40j0XW7d7nNBaMAPpurQmDNRRT97qIZ6mWDtbyWBbTE-S0HkhQ6DvluA1ugKNRFj0LLXVqS4/s400/Durand+Law+Office+1850%27s+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827477925980610" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">This is a side and back view of the house.</span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">This 1850's home office, originally located at 4224 Davison Rd. in Burton Twp., is named after the first president of the Genesee Bar Association, George Harman Durand, who was born in 1838 and died in 1903. Durand moved from New York to Oxford, Michigan in 1856 where he studied law. After he was admitted to the bar, he practiced law in Flint, Michigan, where he was also a member of the Board of Education in the 1860's.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmpEoO7GpwL0vpEMhnngi0J_THhyphenhyphen58ci_gcXsUHndkmvA5U0Y_YUlZVhPQspgRSLKtvS0XLetpQFQoc0qlOoSUObN4QoqxX9UCZZo8RzBsc3o7RojwiunOwli29IXjSueQdn5D8RHXUc/s1600-h/Durand+Law+Office+inside+1850%27s+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJmpEoO7GpwL0vpEMhnngi0J_THhyphenhyphen58ci_gcXsUHndkmvA5U0Y_YUlZVhPQspgRSLKtvS0XLetpQFQoc0qlOoSUObN4QoqxX9UCZZo8RzBsc3o7RojwiunOwli29IXjSueQdn5D8RHXUc/s400/Durand+Law+Office+inside+1850%27s+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827325533791074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Near the front door</span><br /></div><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="en-us">He became mayor of Flint in 1873 and 1874.<br /></span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="en-us">In 1874, he was elected to Congress as a Democrat,serving from 1875 to 1877.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Afterward, Durand resumed his law practice and was appointed Justice of the Michigan Supreme Court in 1892. It was typical for lawyers to work out of a small office in their home in small towns.<br /></span><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJ0s1FHn-PMr6xojiKQRN6DQbYWoPV_k9JMnNebqRi-mGSyUaqutXaomXXpsOkZ50L1QPD4rtQ0bBwjK2a_ZFpwUwQDB_VqyK31R7aAhMLdPcjMudmxN74sKxSuQ62ee17-3gPDPMSmU/s1600-h/Durand+Law+Office+inside+1850%27s+004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBJ0s1FHn-PMr6xojiKQRN6DQbYWoPV_k9JMnNebqRi-mGSyUaqutXaomXXpsOkZ50L1QPD4rtQ0bBwjK2a_ZFpwUwQDB_VqyK31R7aAhMLdPcjMudmxN74sKxSuQ62ee17-3gPDPMSmU/s400/Durand+Law+Office+inside+1850%27s+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246827110251179858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Durand died in Flint and is interred in Glenwood Cemetery there.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiJsIIZcV677fEluWFYhuSZKFXriyaa8ldoZtscm9ZljKwfORJJRCvOTtLuLqG4W-ViU9hmlanziJYd_Q7-2lXIrlqAVChmqRW7-scJJrfCtmUVmNva9N3YNiV1AD-yxs7S912jlFEoA/s1600-h/Durand+Law+Office+inside+1850%27s+005.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKiJsIIZcV677fEluWFYhuSZKFXriyaa8ldoZtscm9ZljKwfORJJRCvOTtLuLqG4W-ViU9hmlanziJYd_Q7-2lXIrlqAVChmqRW7-scJJrfCtmUVmNva9N3YNiV1AD-yxs7S912jlFEoA/s400/Durand+Law+Office+inside+1850%27s+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246826890066407842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">This house was last lived in 1963.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-18722700818204581562008-09-12T05:11:00.000-07:002011-11-05T05:30:44.479-07:00J.E. Barbour M.D.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg945H07RdxUMMBsvlv41nNNUcP6jVVUuzp5BLLGrOuxpNP_hiOt1e9t1GwJXgUT8mgYSZVpzk4yC0v5-aX8v2wmaSVW3BBTuOnbVnO1BJ05f_c2SFRVRo_HgX3CR_OUCmVYMeNrWYN0do/s1600-h/Doctor's+Office+1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245121315118008770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg945H07RdxUMMBsvlv41nNNUcP6jVVUuzp5BLLGrOuxpNP_hiOt1e9t1GwJXgUT8mgYSZVpzk4yC0v5-aX8v2wmaSVW3BBTuOnbVnO1BJ05f_c2SFRVRo_HgX3CR_OUCmVYMeNrWYN0do/s400/Doctor's+Office+1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 276px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 370px;" /></a>This is an exact replica of the 1880's doctor's office where Dr. Julius Barbour practiced his medicine in Bristol, Indiana. <span style="font-size: 100%;"><br />
Originally from the Flint, Michigan area, Barbour enlisted in the Civil War at age 14 and studied medicine during his tenure in the army. Afterward, he attended schools to learn both general medicine and homeopathy (herbal cures) as well. The Flint Academy of Medicine banned homeopaths from practicing in the area, which was why Dr. Barbour, in 1879, moved to Indiana, where he lived until 1908.<br />
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Off to visit the doctor.<br />
</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Eez3SPCCACIBkUPcgx6VmSLxiYLgrPJq2yxgiC4nj3VRH8P0ngI-evqNh0noMljvKA4JDrZd3G5TnEEwqYtfoMUNlfOURc5C1LuhtAa4iBAvCH3TBzDXnkqVU48Om7QDc3bWno0UgvQ/s1600-h/Doctor's+Office+5.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245121216553697906" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Eez3SPCCACIBkUPcgx6VmSLxiYLgrPJq2yxgiC4nj3VRH8P0ngI-evqNh0noMljvKA4JDrZd3G5TnEEwqYtfoMUNlfOURc5C1LuhtAa4iBAvCH3TBzDXnkqVU48Om7QDc3bWno0UgvQ/s400/Doctor's+Office+5.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 346px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 258px;" /></a>An office visit was usually fifty cents to a dollar. But, most doctors would also accept a chicken, ham, or other food instead.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">The waiting room.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuedxw1E-ZCp0ogS5m9Zvw2sJv3euRw_Rk5MplQC85w-PpGcBmS6x2fAOSriDIdwZwhLvJJNhY3D0CcmnVMmMt3danFJbSGpY9Ugym2vsKzJ37GZZb63yjVcaYCffKBd6zSDP01_Qn8IM/s1600-h/Doctor's+Office+3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245120774651214562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuedxw1E-ZCp0ogS5m9Zvw2sJv3euRw_Rk5MplQC85w-PpGcBmS6x2fAOSriDIdwZwhLvJJNhY3D0CcmnVMmMt3danFJbSGpY9Ugym2vsKzJ37GZZb63yjVcaYCffKBd6zSDP01_Qn8IM/s400/Doctor's+Office+3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 351px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 263px;" /></a><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br />
The doctor's desk in the waiting room.<br />
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</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBnl9VXVBBMSqFOPrF-KbHfmmXxvRjWaEvCdLdIknMQAbgy4tI4kZfKPKNZLVqF5GKAqPbMKKZCxf0puU8K1lUDk_r42UaOOKujwwXOkGymqaTswuE3jIFM9sv7r5raseVbF3TBjyIf4/s1600-h/Doctor's+Office+2.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245120647562948994" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmBnl9VXVBBMSqFOPrF-KbHfmmXxvRjWaEvCdLdIknMQAbgy4tI4kZfKPKNZLVqF5GKAqPbMKKZCxf0puU8K1lUDk_r42UaOOKujwwXOkGymqaTswuE3jIFM9sv7r5raseVbF3TBjyIf4/s400/Doctor's+Office+2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 291px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 388px;" /></a><br />
This next photo is of the actual examining room.<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpEtmYQbj4U84lePeXerKVVFrdhbOOkBXB00xaxKeKdCR6-jlNsimiL7svv0BmASG0J5OMG_LQ_b8TrvhSpMO8AyAjkesgMay7o4jEmU0LqvgHSGg8h4P9PX2yC91Q5TxoV_r4DXOzqY/s1600-h/Doctor's+Office+4.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245121701721677074" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGpEtmYQbj4U84lePeXerKVVFrdhbOOkBXB00xaxKeKdCR6-jlNsimiL7svv0BmASG0J5OMG_LQ_b8TrvhSpMO8AyAjkesgMay7o4jEmU0LqvgHSGg8h4P9PX2yC91Q5TxoV_r4DXOzqY/s400/Doctor's+Office+4.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a> <span style="font-size: 100%;">In Crossroads, the doctor's office is located just around the corner from the Attica Hotel.</span><br />
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(Please click <a href="http://gfv1929.blogspot.com/2009/01/dr-howards-office.html">HERE</a> for more information about 19th century doctors)<br />
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<span style="font-size: 100%;">.</span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-33434573597148530872008-09-10T21:15:00.001-07:002008-09-11T20:50:05.313-07:00Scenes Along Main StreetHere are various pictures of Main Street I have taken while participating at a re-enactment.<br />As you can see, with properly attired people, the past can truly come to life and give the viewer a very accurate portrayal of the 19th century. The only things missing are horses and dogs!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Folks doing their Saturday business in town.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZQUqhjkDmTg4rFrdxMg4ElOpv9BubtGBZNro6x9SVgtnCTpF7znbKdRvKGKDwtRlHVUOcaxRgYkp7TKpCnazuVkSKNdG-D8LNrpjh2382qn4T0srsChvzCsXHuaDKv4FIi19PHT7JYk/s1600-h/Crossroads+Village+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZQUqhjkDmTg4rFrdxMg4ElOpv9BubtGBZNro6x9SVgtnCTpF7znbKdRvKGKDwtRlHVUOcaxRgYkp7TKpCnazuVkSKNdG-D8LNrpjh2382qn4T0srsChvzCsXHuaDKv4FIi19PHT7JYk/s400/Crossroads+Village+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244975894135300546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The Attica Hotel and the Printing Shop are shown here, side by side.</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-J6BXl4pms3Qa8ssPaZD2jQThHwodvYeYFFGsZZlMrwJTzWR2z0ReH-u_cBNGDMDRkrC5GKY7T26-7yAW1OBC0ZzFU3XfgBGAjDEBM976-QyN-qV2Gzp9v1GTK-yKUclnVeslwnONbE/s1600-h/Crossroads+Village+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-J6BXl4pms3Qa8ssPaZD2jQThHwodvYeYFFGsZZlMrwJTzWR2z0ReH-u_cBNGDMDRkrC5GKY7T26-7yAW1OBC0ZzFU3XfgBGAjDEBM976-QyN-qV2Gzp9v1GTK-yKUclnVeslwnONbE/s400/Crossroads+Village+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244975609912128034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A bit of both sides of the road is shown here.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiig9Ih8n5c-XuI1Q_QjGYCdt-O9gSKtTYn66KMSOsr-qq8dOM2kczILZySPycDPtCJu2gn-91bDGz_28gyE7Lt-wdoNXx5jqfzIdz3WYqEuBL_T8IF7RJhOre7V3Ytaz9qq4U3frvs_aQ/s1600-h/Crossroads+Village+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiig9Ih8n5c-XuI1Q_QjGYCdt-O9gSKtTYn66KMSOsr-qq8dOM2kczILZySPycDPtCJu2gn-91bDGz_28gyE7Lt-wdoNXx5jqfzIdz3WYqEuBL_T8IF7RJhOre7V3Ytaz9qq4U3frvs_aQ/s400/Crossroads+Village+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244975303597812242" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Every so often I like to portray my photos in sepia to give it that authentic feel</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSkziFeNgsnl6KEZ-whhYkvift8c9fQ0hMv8joxOSxwWUqK2ge5OOpceb1T0naXqJ3WRBrVx9UVjkcIc7gAT1HJhyhBjdqayCfC2h9ipC7uHE7Qr00iP96m_wQebCUvHEJZyj_LAeMM8/s1600-h/Crossroads+Village+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSkziFeNgsnl6KEZ-whhYkvift8c9fQ0hMv8joxOSxwWUqK2ge5OOpceb1T0naXqJ3WRBrVx9UVjkcIc7gAT1HJhyhBjdqayCfC2h9ipC7uHE7Qr00iP96m_wQebCUvHEJZyj_LAeMM8/s400/Crossroads+Village+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244974953463667490" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">The little girl is my daughter at age five.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">A scene right out of the past!</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwDP7UKnAF2DKV0l_A8nWb8QGzd3JU209gXFcOnpSuyAsCPqY5obp0WeGHsdSId3_mnRY21fOk21-JNpLzcMY610-eWrHmtk4bL0Z5XIWOzQWa72Oxm0OtCWO2fpZX62femmq1TotwpM/s1600-h/Crossroads+Village+5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwDP7UKnAF2DKV0l_A8nWb8QGzd3JU209gXFcOnpSuyAsCPqY5obp0WeGHsdSId3_mnRY21fOk21-JNpLzcMY610-eWrHmtk4bL0Z5XIWOzQWa72Oxm0OtCWO2fpZX62femmq1TotwpM/s400/Crossroads+Village+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244974558288420466" border="0" /></a>Now, on to the rest of the Village!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-10238148798508133362008-09-10T20:54:00.000-07:002011-01-15T20:42:43.876-08:00Mason Tavern<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAr9Yi2qWgxgdnTgew-T62Fbis-sWWK_WDNOGMxn4wxAegx7Ax5Ce0b5DzBxmSd5fz1jPoKcgNDq5ynE_3PtE-n4tab4BPetpJYaB8gu2pfBY-7yy1WDLx0gdxxpYB4dQcm9xgNwCgzM/s1600-h/zzz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIAr9Yi2qWgxgdnTgew-T62Fbis-sWWK_WDNOGMxn4wxAegx7Ax5Ce0b5DzBxmSd5fz1jPoKcgNDq5ynE_3PtE-n4tab4BPetpJYaB8gu2pfBY-7yy1WDLx0gdxxpYB4dQcm9xgNwCgzM/s400/zzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244609256453909858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">The photo below shows the tavern with lively 1860's townsfolk enjoying a summer celebration.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5hdT8agk0YM1Lr8ClZsTdKhZOB7sYcGJN8Vjzljp3iJ_5a31n9cqB5X64XWIPq9Zmu2YcQL1OmyXK69LdGRglenMUxd2f7s_4yDR7rKnol1j7vAXsj-XcrnZSst-RzOjxnJrolQ_pUY/s1600/Mason+Tavern+1850+000.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ5hdT8agk0YM1Lr8ClZsTdKhZOB7sYcGJN8Vjzljp3iJ_5a31n9cqB5X64XWIPq9Zmu2YcQL1OmyXK69LdGRglenMUxd2f7s_4yDR7rKnol1j7vAXsj-XcrnZSst-RzOjxnJrolQ_pUY/s400/Mason+Tavern+1850+000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562637164294435906" border="0" /></a>Daniel Mason, a native of New Hartford, New York, before immigrating to Michigan, built this structure as a stagecoach inn and tavern around 1850. It soon became a popular stagecoach stop along the route of the Flint and Fentonville Plank Road Company, which was established in 1849.<br />From 1853 to 1871, Mundy Township's first post office was also housed here. The tavern and post office continued to operate until shortly after the Flint and Pere Marquette Railway came to the area. In 1879, Mason sold the property and moved to Flint, where he died in 1880.<br />Crossroads Village recently re-opened this building - actually, I believe 2010 was the first time the Mason Inn/Tavern has been open to the public since its relocation here. And it truly is a beautiful building to see.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Here is the guest dining area of the tavern. It would have also been used as the local post office. From what I understand, the mason Tavern was used partly as the post office.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXTohR0iTngZ37fuc_Fxcd9h8Xe9YIelFTgyQqGPQyAvTQJxoF5kfJh8xsZC_RVvyKtt-JMEWm8qXDbuNMHIiQPMgPZHjrNTQbXya4WRFM_bk9J3XpEny_cdS_52z0qQtOK-j9Sbd5G8/s1600/Mason+Tavern+1850+003+Tavern-Post+Office+area+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipXTohR0iTngZ37fuc_Fxcd9h8Xe9YIelFTgyQqGPQyAvTQJxoF5kfJh8xsZC_RVvyKtt-JMEWm8qXDbuNMHIiQPMgPZHjrNTQbXya4WRFM_bk9J3XpEny_cdS_52z0qQtOK-j9Sbd5G8/s400/Mason+Tavern+1850+003+Tavern-Post+Office+area+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562637175082852914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The parlor - family only! </span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPwD7mqxZiYsz0tW83qbsGWm2oQGFzOrgPmrhSATGqIBTazyAXZucjmIw2QcwKuwfr1cUZxQiVb_QcPiaAtRNydS3f4q-E1mX-G18qBRma7x38Awi_oI-EFkoTkuw6wNd-t_2iF49_OfE/s1600/Mason+Tavern+1850+002+Parlor+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPwD7mqxZiYsz0tW83qbsGWm2oQGFzOrgPmrhSATGqIBTazyAXZucjmIw2QcwKuwfr1cUZxQiVb_QcPiaAtRNydS3f4q-E1mX-G18qBRma7x38Awi_oI-EFkoTkuw6wNd-t_2iF49_OfE/s400/Mason+Tavern+1850+002+Parlor+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562637170586712226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">Here is the dining area - although I don't know for sure, I believe this was set up for the owner of the tavern and his family.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiy6xq6UeWZT5677ohO4dN5xbKZ4uRddobACS0W8Uj4J1IsowrLhgi-dIL8_-8EgwaIOonmnk0HHxuG6tCKJ6umEQgQlMzLvvB6PAkPVbYSJ61QJDUkE96wtP3CpZqybdMPz7W1AzbQo/s1600/Mason+Tavern+1850+004+Dining+Area+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwiy6xq6UeWZT5677ohO4dN5xbKZ4uRddobACS0W8Uj4J1IsowrLhgi-dIL8_-8EgwaIOonmnk0HHxuG6tCKJ6umEQgQlMzLvvB6PAkPVbYSJ61QJDUkE96wtP3CpZqybdMPz7W1AzbQo/s400/Mason+Tavern+1850+004+Dining+Area+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562637175941368914" border="0" /></a>I have not had the opportunity to see the 2nd floor at the time of this writing. Maybe one day...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-40429682112880973602008-09-10T20:41:00.000-07:002008-09-10T20:52:41.712-07:00Manwaring Building / Print Shop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSid4E-NswaF3T36-CQ8zT8CWiUoPHKpaggPTSmHuFkH3Wmsnqm_AVuNaki3jJB0eNLArokDbvcuN_-uaZtoo9jLPS0F92CLOPvCGFnkFg7vYhVXa2HpJFl8U6Y1jyubkrC-h6qogAbkk/s1600-h/z.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSid4E-NswaF3T36-CQ8zT8CWiUoPHKpaggPTSmHuFkH3Wmsnqm_AVuNaki3jJB0eNLArokDbvcuN_-uaZtoo9jLPS0F92CLOPvCGFnkFg7vYhVXa2HpJFl8U6Y1jyubkrC-h6qogAbkk/s400/z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244605282391642082" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:130%;">This building was built about 1885 by the founder of the town of Dryden, Lapeer County, Michigan for use as a dry goods store. It was later used as a bakery and ice cream parlor and had an upstairs apartment.<br /></span><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4OTSOOAmWzHpHFvBUJnjxw1-e3cgQQmsizqEmzxL8oDqLQXZLvVqZCzs4Lrm0buF-5Rpsu3BCYAF0KOOa21377pbGbWUzzRsAg1VvMtYuEHaWdkqw4Y88IAy7Zass50SFyRpSZY2hx0/s1600-h/zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP4OTSOOAmWzHpHFvBUJnjxw1-e3cgQQmsizqEmzxL8oDqLQXZLvVqZCzs4Lrm0buF-5Rpsu3BCYAF0KOOa21377pbGbWUzzRsAg1VvMtYuEHaWdkqw4Y88IAy7Zass50SFyRpSZY2hx0/s400/zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244605550330638578" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:130%;">In Crossroads Village it is used as a print shop, and visitors - especially children - can make ink prints on paper just as they did over a century ago.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span></span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-37562099770885501382008-09-10T15:58:00.000-07:002010-08-05T16:08:03.735-07:00Attica Hotel<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGh91ihhW8s4cvnvrW8oIwWBVzDLo9iNu2uSJs9kAMkNoW3fN5TZNsdVQQWma6bInA06EkQxm9erxPvQyV78NVMlSLqQjThsJNbW20W0QAw2O6Ymcx6TUVoAfi81UzP9ZY3mFOGaX6h8/s1600-h/hotel+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxGh91ihhW8s4cvnvrW8oIwWBVzDLo9iNu2uSJs9kAMkNoW3fN5TZNsdVQQWma6bInA06EkQxm9erxPvQyV78NVMlSLqQjThsJNbW20W0QAw2O6Ymcx6TUVoAfi81UzP9ZY3mFOGaX6h8/s400/hotel+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244534687185224226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Attica Hotel is the building on the left.</span><br /></span></div><br />Situated directly across the road from the Horton-Colwell building, this 1870's Georgian-Colonial style structure was originally known as the Williams House, and later the Schirmer House, after the family's that owned it.<br />At one time it also included a post office.<br />William and Betsy Williams, with their 14 children, were the original owners. They settled in Attica, Michigan in 1851, William being in the lumber business. He had built a sawmill on Williams Lake (now Grass Lake).<br />Being the savvy businessman, he and a neighbor financially enticed the Port Huron & Lake Michigan Railroad to construct their line by their mills by contributing $17,000 to the railroad.<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69EXL0pwE8FJOaZs1qacMdzsJbcWW9-uH3T-_KldFkyQlLAgf7S3hXEW7W6FxGarYhI2UPCry17_SK4SdRmvUKK8m7E2UO0pUd0ZfTia48ZCTQCyDYpAlWDqDH3zySsHmRHh7H5WfTpw/s1600-h/hotel+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69EXL0pwE8FJOaZs1qacMdzsJbcWW9-uH3T-_KldFkyQlLAgf7S3hXEW7W6FxGarYhI2UPCry17_SK4SdRmvUKK8m7E2UO0pUd0ZfTia48ZCTQCyDYpAlWDqDH3zySsHmRHh7H5WfTpw/s400/hotel+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244534563245425682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >The above photo was taken during the Civil War Days weekend,<br />which Crossroads, unfortunately, no longer has.<br />(more on that in a future blog)</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">It's now used as a souvenir shop.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgup1k0OcxBVDbGcnU48fTzMlhggLOpeNJzy3dsBUtSF0r7o0CxHknSYtIURHa2jh54j9No40OI7n1Q5oXLlJLubp7XZ7zzxdPVNEU4-b8VJTKO5npKLjHSfpv6Hw5WqEKq2PTVnydtG5U/s1600-h/hotel+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgup1k0OcxBVDbGcnU48fTzMlhggLOpeNJzy3dsBUtSF0r7o0CxHknSYtIURHa2jh54j9No40OI7n1Q5oXLlJLubp7XZ7zzxdPVNEU4-b8VJTKO5npKLjHSfpv6Hw5WqEKq2PTVnydtG5U/s400/hotel+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244534398611733986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">~</span>Walking to the Ball<span style="font-size:180%;">~</span><br />(The side of the Hotel)</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-5417919673934986752008-09-10T11:00:00.000-07:002008-09-10T16:20:45.302-07:00Clayton Township Hall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOSLkiZuugshfw7V3g-SBpQoN1UwWoORuaS7neV0McqwI-wAtWERQhrflhb7AmBiugzddTEZptbknlLa2JPRiMMvOmgrslmINXv42BYgF13piUFm2xDrmxS98fzBs1Ol6hBaul4QTpCqk/s1600-h/Clayton+Twp+Hall+1878+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOSLkiZuugshfw7V3g-SBpQoN1UwWoORuaS7neV0McqwI-wAtWERQhrflhb7AmBiugzddTEZptbknlLa2JPRiMMvOmgrslmINXv42BYgF13piUFm2xDrmxS98fzBs1Ol6hBaul4QTpCqk/s400/Clayton+Twp+Hall+1878+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244456978322314978" border="0" /></a>Originally built in 1878 in Clayton Township on Corunna Road, the Township Hall was a gift from the people of Clayton Township and was moved to Crossroads Village in 1976.<br />Clayton Township was originally called Miller's Settlement, after the first settler, Adam Miller, who arrived from New York.<br />When Michigan was forming towns and townships, local residents submitted possible names. Since no name was sent in for this area, someone in the state post office chose the name Clayton, and it stuck.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTX6RKKYaVS_odkiU4d1VMnsQpVN8tbtEql7o1hSyhGzsKBKgusraZwBLtV0el4Yd769KugpzFK-B0T-vHPnhABDUMR3c9AvLNUFAPngF03CLiIkBonbzJ_0LQQmuESh-K7d347bYGdhU/s1600-h/Clayton+Twp+Hall+1878+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTX6RKKYaVS_odkiU4d1VMnsQpVN8tbtEql7o1hSyhGzsKBKgusraZwBLtV0el4Yd769KugpzFK-B0T-vHPnhABDUMR3c9AvLNUFAPngF03CLiIkBonbzJ_0LQQmuESh-K7d347bYGdhU/s400/Clayton+Twp+Hall+1878+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244456792220150658" border="0" /></a><br />Township halls, such as this one, were used for elections, dances, and for meetings of government and social groups.<br />Here in Crossroads Village it is used as a children's wooden toy store.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ldfLvWOigaG_MRI4D19pX1qXaRFx2JDdos4K5T5jUXA3QjyhCnG-vq-nClq2lofgJeabIB16lurXTSIcbsM0QMexdtO9ivrzUAPQZGkXJBQDTZBPxpNDGaH_-qnaZWyiIvgxMAcz8Fw/s1600-h/00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ldfLvWOigaG_MRI4D19pX1qXaRFx2JDdos4K5T5jUXA3QjyhCnG-vq-nClq2lofgJeabIB16lurXTSIcbsM0QMexdtO9ivrzUAPQZGkXJBQDTZBPxpNDGaH_-qnaZWyiIvgxMAcz8Fw/s400/00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244536228162911298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-69601105485059020042008-09-09T21:14:00.000-07:002010-08-05T16:26:53.641-07:00Fowler Barbershop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eG5UnLZwxPQ6XBMjWn1BOozP7FOXuzFvTCW4dbrhsO4kc2vfMtQTrf68rs-2MbbOAfdrNWX5IavOP4BX22QmCDxEMywuidstVC64u5YK3JzVg9uRdAsqL4kp3KA6rlna4lEtsK5jgPU/s1600-h/Barbershop+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eG5UnLZwxPQ6XBMjWn1BOozP7FOXuzFvTCW4dbrhsO4kc2vfMtQTrf68rs-2MbbOAfdrNWX5IavOP4BX22QmCDxEMywuidstVC64u5YK3JzVg9uRdAsqL4kp3KA6rlna4lEtsK5jgPU/s400/Barbershop+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244244090619267330" border="0" /></a>This building, built around 1880, began as the U.S. Post Office in the Clinton County community of Fowlerville. <br />As a barbershop, no women, boys, or girls were allowed inside, for men did not only get their hair and beards trimmed, and bathe, but they even could have their teeth pulled. It was a gathering place for the men as well.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHql4kt5McAExJnifGCDcbQOxrHUj8Ez6G7xc1sal8kRymdeqvFT4uo6GuEu2bQhQE2l2O-HNIaaif4LQ2_GvrV1F2r6_ewO6t9KUrAwBwo5SQinnImzTDbtkVb4lhmSX2_AwiuiGF2IE/s1600-h/Barber+Shop+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHql4kt5McAExJnifGCDcbQOxrHUj8Ez6G7xc1sal8kRymdeqvFT4uo6GuEu2bQhQE2l2O-HNIaaif4LQ2_GvrV1F2r6_ewO6t9KUrAwBwo5SQinnImzTDbtkVb4lhmSX2_AwiuiGF2IE/s400/Barber+Shop+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244244003182131618" border="0" /></a> '<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWwDdDoIIQuBVLxQUMUqPPN9DeDzDhbBU6-POugM21lqA6sTi5fXQg1D-8YNPjIyMZSzVhYmOtNVnGHPvt-UiQGcrZsJj8dmUvHgA61sa6L32G4Q5zFDWiLdN_dH5jniJ7YE_qtn4r14/s1600-h/Barber+Shop+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWwDdDoIIQuBVLxQUMUqPPN9DeDzDhbBU6-POugM21lqA6sTi5fXQg1D-8YNPjIyMZSzVhYmOtNVnGHPvt-UiQGcrZsJj8dmUvHgA61sa6L32G4Q5zFDWiLdN_dH5jniJ7YE_qtn4r14/s400/Barber+Shop+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244243883995123074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYzphm5mMXrC8q8fnkz9vozVuAGUdreIvq6I7oXfwp4pDETz_ealTvUKXEnHz3cpLjYM8p5UMT77bKEWxzXpNSNHCTndwYUHwM07wo8iqNQ9dHaQ_xUZyTBRPL5vC9ZjRbImqTXbV3Uc/s1600-h/Barber+Shop+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGYzphm5mMXrC8q8fnkz9vozVuAGUdreIvq6I7oXfwp4pDETz_ealTvUKXEnHz3cpLjYM8p5UMT77bKEWxzXpNSNHCTndwYUHwM07wo8iqNQ9dHaQ_xUZyTBRPL5vC9ZjRbImqTXbV3Uc/s400/Barber+Shop+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244243794680321874" border="0" /></a>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-46487537624687641412008-09-09T06:36:00.000-07:002008-09-09T07:05:55.907-07:00T. N. North & Son Bank and Locy's Dental Rooms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiGXxKY81WDe_fUKbydQMadv8t12zPBPDDtGSR4XVijGLFXn05D932u1BqYxs1AR2137yHsSVdZjQ5Xv-R7dgyatq3XUv1lgheKpPMc9m1gn8MoXBQoY_yfNNTZyKTiCWgmUEv49tmAw/s1600-h/Main+Street+018+-+Bank+1878+c+%26+r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 379px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiGXxKY81WDe_fUKbydQMadv8t12zPBPDDtGSR4XVijGLFXn05D932u1BqYxs1AR2137yHsSVdZjQ5Xv-R7dgyatq3XUv1lgheKpPMc9m1gn8MoXBQoY_yfNNTZyKTiCWgmUEv49tmAw/s400/Main+Street+018+-+Bank+1878+c+%26+r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244018339188091186" border="0" /></a>Next door to the Horton-Calwell building is the T.N. North and Son Bank.<br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="en-us">The bank, built in 1878, retains it's original walk-in vault and ornate teller's cage. The re-created Locy's Dental Rooms, located on the second floor, depict 1800's dentistry.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="en-us">Unfortunately, I was not able to visit the second floor to take photographs, although I have some decent shots of the first floor bank itself.</span></span><br /><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><span lang="en-us"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMhedDgJaOJkjV23DICWbjUrDViY8jMGboqb27WBJbt6u0sOIxsGf40EC-GW_usAPYeHv8TutQpaYitSenXhUs0NHA1wpbAi9sttw7QbDTreJCNL1r9whElHmA7c5vXy8wBqSq7jhZmc/s1600-h/Main+Street+020+-+Bank+1878.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 392px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMhedDgJaOJkjV23DICWbjUrDViY8jMGboqb27WBJbt6u0sOIxsGf40EC-GW_usAPYeHv8TutQpaYitSenXhUs0NHA1wpbAi9sttw7QbDTreJCNL1r9whElHmA7c5vXy8wBqSq7jhZmc/s400/Main+Street+020+-+Bank+1878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244018025933719186" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboTHK7AFn7ai-gez3X0ySLhDcNSFPMahrfUtDK5fDHfk227IHbzyDcy6MkTQkqog8gl1y1SfHe3W5tcCVA6RR_baZ_hlsBDnARwWt-572mq1LNo7TFNIFxvct5vv7fYQzIHolpxYf0AY/s1600-h/Main+Street+019+-+Bank+1878.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhboTHK7AFn7ai-gez3X0ySLhDcNSFPMahrfUtDK5fDHfk227IHbzyDcy6MkTQkqog8gl1y1SfHe3W5tcCVA6RR_baZ_hlsBDnARwWt-572mq1LNo7TFNIFxvct5vv7fYQzIHolpxYf0AY/s400/Main+Street+019+-+Bank+1878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244017829001319842" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCPwbK5MbQWwKo5xxnLP5TXE8GPWp2135MN7mcWHQgYK0c9bFYW2g64GGji70qvNCR6WQ61tKG6I4nyO9o86UqN5VToswBL1cdGLZNEnrLFhm9BfFPwomIfFghdFu3e6BRUjjR8WdHM4/s1600-h/Main+Street+021+-+Bank+1878.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxCPwbK5MbQWwKo5xxnLP5TXE8GPWp2135MN7mcWHQgYK0c9bFYW2g64GGji70qvNCR6WQ61tKG6I4nyO9o86UqN5VToswBL1cdGLZNEnrLFhm9BfFPwomIfFghdFu3e6BRUjjR8WdHM4/s400/Main+Street+021+-+Bank+1878.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244017486697973266" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And, if you can't have any fun at these museums, why go?<br /><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWEUdjkJshryvuy0KxUzjOgA4v40t2r4BCFkmRTA8oFnAQCrBpU0PiNqkytZnwJ9XFAqjqHBkgE5Ow0oHj1X8R773Hk8x_mZTpdx63cAs9ISOJjyYHXYEnohyNPmg7Uk6lkL6OUuKxrc/s1600-h/Main+Street+021+-+Bank+1878+-+Ken.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqWEUdjkJshryvuy0KxUzjOgA4v40t2r4BCFkmRTA8oFnAQCrBpU0PiNqkytZnwJ9XFAqjqHBkgE5Ow0oHj1X8R773Hk8x_mZTpdx63cAs9ISOJjyYHXYEnohyNPmg7Uk6lkL6OUuKxrc/s400/Main+Street+021+-+Bank+1878+-+Ken.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244021582425692514" border="0" /></a>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-31500080466682856062008-09-09T05:55:00.000-07:002010-08-05T16:37:04.906-07:00Horten-Colwell Building<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcv3Ts1PVugcedKYsTvNNt4k0poiZY1MyYQ0IlJ7BB0AnO-O0TM1gVU_W5HeRR1pg9b0NkAlNynwT885i6EvPDS1Mgvn2sy8Gjm0aw1WkUl20fwlTwtaU5HobNkleDU2b872c5X-zpGY/s1600-h/Main+Street+017+-+Horten-Colwell+Bldg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcv3Ts1PVugcedKYsTvNNt4k0poiZY1MyYQ0IlJ7BB0AnO-O0TM1gVU_W5HeRR1pg9b0NkAlNynwT885i6EvPDS1Mgvn2sy8Gjm0aw1WkUl20fwlTwtaU5HobNkleDU2b872c5X-zpGY/s400/Main+Street+017+-+Horten-Colwell+Bldg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244007413794658082" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="en-us">Our first building in this series, the Horton-Colwell Building, was built in 1869 by Dexter Horton and David Colwell in Fenton, Michigan. It's original location was on the corner of LeRoy and Caroline Streets.<br />It housed many businesses over the years, including a post office on the first floor from 1869 until 1883.<br /><span>The building includes a second floor. </span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="en-us">Churches, schools, and fraternal organizations used the 2nd floor </span></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span>Opera House. The "FLT" in the brickwork is a symbol for the Oddfellows International fraternal organization.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">General Tom Thumb, famous through Barnum, once appeared there in 1879, as did Lily Langtree, the famous opera singer. Prices for the entertainment was twenty five cents for adults and fifteen cents for children.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG73Yxb1x0x7vSqZEabfdMPJBUQfJqXR9Yi9LDXfdT5UlZk0g8hQ8u89z02TtUzPnyeD4aKqQz9TSEyVW4TKHog912NJa7Um-4TJM0w1lS1a6TXonXiA9KAnZfDHx1qehAZthHFaH-WE/s1600-h/Main+Street+0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRG73Yxb1x0x7vSqZEabfdMPJBUQfJqXR9Yi9LDXfdT5UlZk0g8hQ8u89z02TtUzPnyeD4aKqQz9TSEyVW4TKHog912NJa7Um-4TJM0w1lS1a6TXonXiA9KAnZfDHx1qehAZthHFaH-WE/s400/Main+Street+0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244240583313120322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Besides the opera house and post office, there is a country/souvenir/"Dry Goods" store and a cafe tucked inside.</span> </span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHf_lgLcwWsDkWAEC6Gi3R6PnxYwAwva4LaskSghAoMCVpWGao8H9EFUIUofPq6qVaroxpusRN2n45URHWA3FJ_QkFZkhU1_xrUY1pDOjzQxR5oJlwB0k4PgDC-bUPvC2VEQGhEQYfl8/s1600-h/Main+Street+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiHf_lgLcwWsDkWAEC6Gi3R6PnxYwAwva4LaskSghAoMCVpWGao8H9EFUIUofPq6qVaroxpusRN2n45URHWA3FJ_QkFZkhU1_xrUY1pDOjzQxR5oJlwB0k4PgDC-bUPvC2VEQGhEQYfl8/s400/Main+Street+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244240365387611762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So, here it is for your viewing pleasure. If I find anything else on it, I will be sure to print it here.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF090sZjcMNLW21PVQodyGfW_Kqj80jdjIrMXJXBYVDrigW1gdn3wmq_0ChI0Rxd2VhWiRZvhoLsn7sElqM0iCX3_qy_QBH5gex655Kgjg2fTdqQV0nQfMeJp56eB6Jo5Ol5ifqYUToK4/s1600-h/Main+Street+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF090sZjcMNLW21PVQodyGfW_Kqj80jdjIrMXJXBYVDrigW1gdn3wmq_0ChI0Rxd2VhWiRZvhoLsn7sElqM0iCX3_qy_QBH5gex655Kgjg2fTdqQV0nQfMeJp56eB6Jo5Ol5ifqYUToK4/s400/Main+Street+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244239944639218914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;" ><span lang="en-us"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span></span></span>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1993362833863526662.post-70248202280528307912008-09-08T08:40:00.001-07:002008-09-10T20:33:46.025-07:00Welcome to Crossroads Village in Flint, Michigan!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Welcome to</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >~Crossroads Village~</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >Please watch your step.</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Walks, streets, and floors<br />replicate</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" > those of the 1800's<br />and are uneven.<br /></span>(<span style="font-size:78%;">from the brochure of Crossroads Village</span>)<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kmT7xEzpBfqiInpfIgVL3KeBNZ6q7LhK4PHVoyC_g4zK9Nuboe2FwZqh0ga3lVYMTKIcmkeajfhJE7PbDUbPqYTyxhPfUBRe8avwBz89z1uRIj6brZu9iNN9Ty7YReJNEpk7HGT7ZfU/s1600-h/Main+Street+016+retouched+%26+cropped.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1kmT7xEzpBfqiInpfIgVL3KeBNZ6q7LhK4PHVoyC_g4zK9Nuboe2FwZqh0ga3lVYMTKIcmkeajfhJE7PbDUbPqYTyxhPfUBRe8avwBz89z1uRIj6brZu9iNN9Ty7YReJNEpk7HGT7ZfU/s400/Main+Street+016+retouched+%26+cropped.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243697807034209394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >The entrance to Crossroads Village</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"> Tiny plumes of smoke rise from the boiler at the Master Cider Mill and drift silently over the wooden walks and dewy grass. Down the street, a woman walks among her gardens gathering flowers in her apron and waves to the gentlemen at the sawmill, who are turning huge logs into planks. There’s a game of checkers just starting at the barbershop, and musicians backstage at the opera house are tuning up their voices for the first show of the day.<br /> </span> <p style="margin: 0pt 10px 0pt 20px;" align="left"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">The century-old grinding stones at the Atlas Mill are turning wheat into flour for the day’s bread, while a little girl learns to crochet and her mother admires a hand-made quilt. Eager passengers slide onto their seats in the wooden coaches of the Huckleberry Railroad as the conductor calls out, “All aboard!”</span></p> <p style="margin: 0pt 10px 0pt 20px;" align="left"> </p> <p style="margin: 0pt 20px;" align="left"> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"> Most of the 35 buildings here were moved – brick, board<span lang="en-us"> and stone – to this magical place at the edge of Mott Lake. Many came from just a few miles away. In this peaceful setting, they have been preserved, furnished and put back into use, so you can experience first-hand what life was like in a small village in Michigan in the late 1800's</span></span></p><p style="margin: 0pt 20px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"><span lang="en-us">(<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">this was taken from the official Crossroads Village web site</span>)<br /></span></span></p><br /><br />Thus begins our journey to and through that little village that few are aware of, Crossroads Village.<br />Crossroads Village was founded in the year 1973 as part of the upcoming United States bicentennial celebration. It had only three buildings at that time but grew to 13 buildings by its grand opening day of July 4, 1976.<br />It now has over 30 structures.<br />What makes Crossroads Village so unique is its authenticity - it has dirt roads, wood-plank sidewalks, an actual period train and train cars, and just has the look and feel of stepping into the past, moreso, dare I say, than the modernized Greenfield Village.<br />Does Crossroads have its problems? Certainly, and I plan to address those problems throughout this blog when I feel it is necessary.<br />I will address one complaint here: for the twenty + years that I have been visiting Crossroads Village, I have never seen a guidebook with info and photos, only a brochure with a few lines written about each structure. I feel this needs to be rectified, for this Village deserves more than a simple brochure.<br /><br />When all is said and done, we here in southeast Michigan are truly blessed with having two open-air historical museums within two hours of each other.<br />For those out-of-towners who cannot make it to either one, I hope my blogs help you to enjoy them vicariously through the information and photos posted.<br />By the way, all photos were taken by me. If you would like to use them, feel free, but please give me and this blog the credit. Thank you.<br />(Here is the address to my Greenfield Village blog - http://gfv1929.blogspot.com/).<br />So, come along on this Journey to the Past...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div></div>Historical Kenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04979801752112100293noreply@blogger.com1