Talk about a record collection!
This from Bladensburg High School Class of 1959 would make the best 45-rpm record collection pale in comparison.
Enjoy!
Preserving The Past | Creating Memories
Just in case you have someone on your shopping list who’s hard to buy for, and just in case they happen to be interested in local history, and just in case you’re passing through town, I’ve found some things at the store that might fit under that someone’s Christmas tree.
There’s a little picker (rummager is more like it) in me, I guess, and I just couldn’t help looking behind and under things the other day…
And, hidden under a table, out of sight, were some boxes of books about life in and around Millsboro, by Aubrey Murray.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014, was my last day with the State of Delaware Messenger Service. For the last three years, I served as a part-time mail courier, routing state and US mail to and from state agencies, in western Sussex County and southern Kent County. I like being active and I wanted something to do for awhile after retiring and moving back to Millsboro. It was never really a job…more like a gig.
My phone rang the morning of September 19th: The “old store with the door in the corner”, my mother’s shop, Carey’s Paint & Frame Shop, was officially recognized as a historic property.
The great news came from my mentor at the Delaware Division of Historical & Cultural Affairs, Madeline Dunn. Our year-long project on the application to the National Park Service had paid off. With a lot of help from the staffs at Delaware Public Archives and Sussex County Courthouse, we assembled the necessary documentation.
Problems with my eyesight had
I’m sure most of you could not imagine the extent of my joy a couple of weeks ago when I was finally able to stay in front of the computer for more than an hour. There had been several plans on the drawing board for the last two years, but I couldn’t justify starting any one of them, not knowing if there would ever be any improvement in my vision.
Ned and Bea Carey became part of The Corner Door legacy back in 1953, when they moved their mercantile business in town from Laurel Highway.
Ned passed away in 2004, but Bea carries on the tradition of creating
On occasion I come across some unique gems tucked away in our local history, and during a recent chat with Donald Ward, one such story was told to me that came to him from Joe Ben Hudson. Mr. Hudson, some readers may recall, lived to be one of our oldest citizens, going home to be with the Lord at the young age of 108. He bore witness to many of the historical facts we can only read about today.
Every town has its characters, and Millsboro has had its share. Some of us could name quite a few in a brief conversation, but I’ll go farther back in time, beyond the living memory of any reader here. In the mid-1800s, there lived a man by the name of Jimmy O’Neal, whose reputation for the consumption of alcohol was the stuff of legends. He was the town drunk. Jimmy could drink almost anything, and he would it seemed, even at peril to his own life.
Round about the year 1851, during the winter of ’51, folks in Millsborough were rounding up firewood and coal for the night. It was a bitter wind that blew across town, made even more so as the last tinges of heavenly warmth disappeared with the setting sun. Even though it was Saturday, no one lingered on Main Street, as was the custom. Coal stoves were being stoked, ashes were stirred in fireplaces, and wood stoves were reloaded, all over town. People were settling in for another long, cold winter night.
It’s been fifty years since the March Storm of ’62 left its permanent impression upon our peninsula, our psyche, and our photo albums. Here are a few shots that I managed to gather with my humble Kodak Brownie right after the storm. I only just found them this week while looking for something else.