Millsboro Photos

Millsboro of the 50’s and 60’s that most my age remember is now the stuff of memories, but memories that we like to recall and share with our family and friends. And, I have also found that newcomers have an interest in knowing more about their chosen surroundings.


As much as I appreciate progress, I find myself feeling somewhat sad about the changes that I see taking place and each one tends to push those memories a little further into the distance. The disappearance of Hitchens Auto Supply into the mists of time was just one of the more recent changes that encourage me to stand quietly and gaze down Main Street. I can begin to see people who are no longer with us walking into a place of business, cars and trucks moving in both directions, and suddenly I am back in time to another day.

Likewise, old photographs can produce the same sentiment. Millsboro readers of this may recall some of the people associated with Hitchens Auto Supply. One, in particular, Atwood Timmons. He worked the counter for Theodore many years until his retirement in the 90s. Some of you may recall that Atwood was into go-karting and took pictures at the go-kart track on what was known then as Blueberry Hill, now home to Fallbrooke Apartments, on Mitchell Street. He also regularly took photos around Millsboro and fortunately of few of those have survived the ravages of time. I sat down with Atwood several years ago and went through his carousels of slides, and subsequently converted those he could identify, from the 40s through the 70s, to a more current format.

Before the “mists of time” become denser, it’s time to share these photos with a greater audience. They are not all captioned, certainly not in any specific order, perhaps not oriented properly, and some will have a red tint due to the original film on which they were recorded. But, I hope that you can enjoy them for the memories.

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Photo Retouching

Occasionally, a customer will bring in a photograph that they want to have “repaired”, and most of the time the damage is a result of direct contact with the glass in the frame. In one case, the photo was still in the frame, and it was my sad duty to remove it in pieces, in front of the customer.


Fortunately, in every case, I had the services of a photo retouching expert at my disposal. Armed with lots of talent and the latest tools, the details of the photo could be restored. After putting the photo in a new frame, the results helped to make a very happy customer.


Another example of the damage that can result from a photo being in direct contact with glass is this photo of a small girl.


Again, the details have been restored and the customer had the memories of this happy moment likewise restored to them.


Not all photographs are candidates for our custom picture framing services; I get that. Many times, the garden variety off-the-shelf frame from a hobby, drug, or department store will provide a quicker turnaround and a more economical solution for most personal photographs.

But in any case, putting a cherished and perhaps irreplaceable photo in direct contact with glass is a recipe for disaster. The simple day-to-day changes in temperature and the presence of humidity will begin their dance of death the moment the picture is put next to the glass. It’s just a matter of time.

An unseen benefit of custom picture framing provides a separation between the artwork (or photo) and the glass, whether it is in the form of a mat or special spacers. When you do decide to purchase a ready-made frame from one of the retail outlets, just make sure that you provide some means of keeping the photo away from the glass.

And when you are ready to create a lasting memory to keep in the family or provide something of value to share as a gift, come in and allow me to help you make the appropriate choices from our selection of quality matboards and picture frame mouldings.


Caulk Friends

News of recent retirements of two people from L. D. Caulk (Dentsply/Caulk, Sirona/Dentsply), in Milford, with whom I had the privilege of working, Mark Silicato and Peggy Johnson, has brought back many memories.

During my time at Caulk, I witnessed a number of changes to the facility and to procedures as the company responded to major changes in the industry. I can only imagine what Mark and Peggy experienced during their 30+ years of service that bookended my tenure.

Looking back now, I can’t seem to recall any of the issues or problems that at the time might have clouded any of our days. I can only remember the smiles and goodwill as we worked together to get things done.


One of the events we always looked forward to was the annual company picnic, for a few years held on the lawn in front of Building 3, on Lakeview Avenue. Tents were put in place the day before and preparations would be in full swing very early on the appointed day. I vividly remember a “Barney Fife” impersonator at one such event.

I took some pictures during the picnic in 2002, and have always intended to share them. Well, I think it’s just about time. In addition, there are some photos from parties for two earlier retirees. To pay a tribute to Mark and Peggy, and in honor all of my old Caulk co-workers, I’ve created a photo gallery over at


Walnut Floor Lamp

It is easy to understand why people who engage in any form of woodworking are generally very pleasant people to be around. When you see an object that has been transformed from a raw piece of wood into an object of beauty or functionality, take the time to appreciate the artist who could envision it. Such objects simply cannot be the products of people with bad attitudes.

Most of the lamps that come into my shop are metal or ceramic. Occasionally, a lamp made from wood will be brought in and so far most of them have been made by a home woodworker. I always take time to admire these creations.

One such item came to me in the form of a carved walnut floor lamp. On first seeing the lamp, my reaction was not unlike that of seeing a wounded or neglected animal. The sad appearance of this once elegant lighting fixture, now needing new electrical sockets and thoroughly matted with grime, was almost as disheartening. But, like the woodworker who created it, I could see the beauty within and it was time to do my part.

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