From Plaster Mill to Bed and Breakfast A Walk Through Time in Mumford, New York

Today, nestled in a quiet idyllic setting on eight acres along Spring Creek in Mumford is the Genesee Country Inn Bed and Breakfast.  But she wasn’t always a bed and breakfast.

In 1799, many Scotsmen came to this area to settle, names such as McKenzie, McKay, McNaughton, McPherson and others.  One of the early settlers was Donald McKenzie and Mumford began her history as McKenzie’s Corners.  The name was later changed to Slab City after the material used for some of the early building, then Mumfordville after a prominent businessman named E.H.S. Mumford. Eventually the name was shortened to Mumford at the recommendation of the Post Office.

Because of the available water, this area had power for grist mills, woolen mills, plaster mills, paper mills, breweries, and distilleries.  Mumford really seemed to be growing from 1830-1850.

In 1835, John W. Watkins built the Exchange Hotel where the Fire Hall now stands today.   Here he had the first hotel business in Mumford.

On one of the Four Corners in Mumford, was John B Neid’s Store from 1885 to 1926.  On the other, the General Store run by Otis Comstock in 1850 and by John Frey in 1907 with the McCabe Brothers Meat Market next door.

Originally, the Donnelly House was John McKenzie’s home in 1870.  He opened the Temperance Hotel and Boarding House when he was unable to acquire a liquor license from the town board.  William Donnelly purchased the hotel and ran it as the Donnelly House from 1876-1904.

The United Presbyterian Church was organized in 1869.  The construction of this church began 1870 but was not completed until 1883. The marl (earthy, crumbling deposit consisting chiefly of clay mixed with calcium carbonate) that is used in building this structure came from Mr. Oliver Allen, who a prominent member of the congregation.

Stephen Salisbury came to Mumford in 1826 and built a saw mill back of the Old Garbutt Plaster Mill.  It operated until 1881 when Mr. Salisbury died. This mill was sold and used as a woolen mill and later as a pipe factory. The pipe factory operated until 1903 when it as sold to L.H. Gardner of Rochester.  The L.H. Gardner Paper Company produced paper until 1939. In its heyday it produced around 7000 pounds of paper a day.

In 1833, Philip Garbutt bought several acres on George Street and built a small stone building to be used as a plaster mill. The Garbutt Plaster Mill was a thriving business for grinding gypsum into plaster to be used as fertilizer by local farmers.

In the 1880s, George Stewart used the mill as a shop for manufacturing wheel spokes and hubs and handles for hammers. He used the water power to run a saw mill on the side of the building.

In the early 1900s, he sold the mill to the Gardner Paper Company.  The building was remodeled and used as a resident for their superintendent.

Later the house was made into a 2-family.  It was purchased by the DeFazio’s in 1963, where Rudolph DeFazio had his law office located downstairs and his family lived upstairs.  It was sold to Glenda and Greg Barcklow in 1982 and converted the building into a 10-bedroom bed and breakfast. They named it the Genesee Country Inn.


Genesee Country Inn overlooking Spring Creek

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The Bailey Show, Buffalo, NY

The Shea’s Bailey Theatre was located on 2163 Bailey Avenue in Buffalo, New York.  It first opened in 1928, way before I was born and was described as being an “ornate Art Deco Style” theater.  I don’t think I ever thought of the Bailey Show as anything more that where I would go with my friends on Saturday to see a double feature.  I would walk from my house at 1913 Bailey Avenue to my family’s bar on the corner of Bailey and Genesee to see my dad.  He would slip me a quarter and a dime and say, “I’ll see you after, okay?” and hustle off to serve another customer while I would reply, “Okay.”

I’d run out the same door I came in and meet up with my friends. Crossing Genesee Street, we would run to the other side and directly into Leader Drug Store.  Running to the back of the store, I would pull out my dime and begin selecting my penny candy.  Flying Saucers, JuJubes, Dots, Necco Wafers, Atomic Fireballs, Root Beer Barrels… so many choices. Back then 10 cents went pretty far.  I could fill a whole small brown bag with all kinds of candy.  A little of this and a little of that and I would be set for the whole movie. And I was careful, I would even have some left over for a bag of popcorn.

The entrance to the show was a couple of doors down from the drug store.  We would run down to the kiosk and push our quarter through the space in the glass to get our ticket.  The glass doors to get into the show were huge and the floor marble and wide open.  To the right were individual phone booths. The booth had a seat and the telephone hung on the wall of the booth, black with a dial and the receiving hanging on the side with a long black cord snaking around the box. Usually a telephone book was available on the shelf, usually torn and battered from lots of careless page turning.

The refreshment counter was manned by the owner, sometimes his wife, other times a teenager, who would charge a whole lot more for candy than we paid at the drug store.  Our candy was stuffed in our pockets just waiting to be eaten. The smell of popcorn filled the air and we couldn’t help pooling our pennies left over from earlier purchases to buy  a red and white bag of those salty kernels of popped goodness.  We always asked for more butter that would coat and drip to the bottom.

Then it was off to find our seats.  The carpet was lush and soft to cushion the footfalls and the heavy red curtains muffled the sound of voices.  There was this little lighted sign that listed the names of the movies and the times they were playing that day. I always stopped to look. I thought that it was so cool. A heavy wood wall with a ledge divided the walkway from the seats. We used to hang over it to see where our friends were sitting before heading down the aisles.  I mean, it was no fun unless you were sitting with your friends.

I remember my first horror movie. I think this was the film that made me realize just how powerful the genre can be. Macabre was released in 1958, which would make me eight years old.  Directed by William Castle (the king of the B films), the story was about a girl who was kidnapped and buried alive. I had nightmares for weeks. Residual effect? Cremation.

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Shopping?

I missed the “shop” gene.  My sister, my aunt, both of them love to shop. Hats, sweaters, skirts, dresses, estate sales… you name it they shop for it.  They shop even when they are not looking for anything in particular.  I feel like I’m missing out on something.  I can’t even remember the last time I actually went shopping for something for myself.

When I was in the Bahamas, I found some really cool fabric that had been made and dyed on the island.  I was only going to buy a yard, so I could say that I had it, but RJ suggested at least two so I could at least make something.  I don’t really have a plan to made anything with it yet, but maybe somewhere down the road I’ll use it for a picture or perhaps I’ll find a pattern that would work.

I thought maybe for my niece’s wedding I could buy a new outfit, but somehow I don’t think I’ll do that.  I’ll have to check my closet and see if I have something that I can fit into.  I’m really trying to drop a couple of dress sizes so my clothes fit better.  Today was very frustrating when it comes to my clothes.  I have my “fat” clothes, my “thin” clothes, and my “in between” clothes.  I think I’m on the high side of “in between.”  I’m back on portion control and more exercise.  I just want it to drop off like yesterday.  I’ve  been monitoring my food intake and my steps.  If I can drop 2 pounds a week, I can reach my goal within a reasonable about of time. I’ll keep you posted on how this is going.  Until tomorrow, good night.

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Why Knit at the Inn

I have wanted to plan getaway weekends for guests with special interests for a very long time.  I’m so excited that I will be hosting a knitters weekend on February 24-25, 2012.  For one glorious weekend, I will be able to knit with other knitters or want-to-be knitters.

My mother taught me to knit when I was about seven years old. I would watch her make the most beautiful items, like  sweaters, slippers, hats, and afgans.   She made me this gorgeous brown afgan with a turquoise and brilliant yellow strip for my bed. But at seven, slippers were more my thing.  It was an easy project that I could learn to do and complete in a reasonable amount of time.  Once I got the hang of it, knitting and purling stitches, there was no stopping me.  Everyone had slippers, if they needed them or not!  Years later, my mom’s pattern was used by many of my students to learn how to knit and finish with a completed item.  A slipper can be completed in a weekend, sometimes two.

Since the slippers, I have made countless sweaters, hats, afgans, and, of course, slippers, which I sell in the Old Mill Shoppe.  Interestingly enough, I never can keep them in the shop.

I am excited to have an opportunity to work with a group of knitters to learn the craft or to work on projects already started.  Fixing problems, finishing, setting sleeves.  Do you need help? This could be a great opportunity to relax, knit with fellow knitters, and eat great food! Visit our web site for the Genesee Country Inn Bed and Breakfast. Click on “Bookable Packages” and check out the event.  Need more information, please call 585-538-2500.

Made my 250 word goal +!

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I Have a Plan…

My writing studio is finished! I am so excited. It has been a long time coming.  We’ve been planning this for so long and it’s wonderful to have a special space to work.  RJ moved my desk upstairs yesterday and assembled it.  Today I spent most of my time working end of year paperwork and organizing my space.

All those supposed New Year resolutions that never came to be have resurfaced.  I decided to plan and plan well.  I started with my writing studio.  My filing is out of control so reorganizing my file cabinets was crucial.  How much paper does it take to memorialize my year??  I need to archive some of this stuff.

I read an article in Book Page where Donald Murray, a great writing instructor, said, “Remember, a page a day makes a book a year.”  So what does that mean? I am committed to writing a minimum of 250 words a day, which is one page, double spaced. I can do that. Plus it means I can get my next book finished on time rather than drag it out to next year.  I’ve been dragging my feet for no good reason. Time to pick up my feet and start walking!

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Love Books? Visit the Scottsville Free Library for their book sale

45TH ANNUAL
USED BOOK SALE
Scottsville Free Library
28 Main St. 585-889-2023
October 20 – 26, 2011

Thursday 20 5 – 8:30PM Friends of the Library Night
Friday 21 10 AM – 8:30 PM Best Selection
Saturday 22 10 AM – 5 PM Best Selection
Sunday 23 12 – 5 PM Half Price Day
Monday 24 1 – 8:30 PM Bag of Books $3
Tuesday 25 10 AM – 8:30 PM Bag of Books $3
Wednesday 26 1 – 8:30 PM Name Your Price!

This year’s sale is dedicated to the memory of Sally Harms and Peggy Fleming, two dedicated volunteers and dear friends we lost in 2011.

 

 

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Spirits of the Past at the Genesee Country Village and Museum

Spirits 2011

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Watercolor and Ink

The woman said in by the creek, pen in hand, sketching.  The tree branches bent in the breeze casting a undulating reflection on the moving water. Deep in thought, she continued to capture the lines of the tall oaks and maples that grew in the woods on the other bank.  Greens and browns, yellows and blues drifted across her pad as she dipped her brush into the watercolors and dapped them over the fine black lines that showed the curves and arcs of the bank. Quickly, she returned to the ink and added those touches that she seemed to have missed. She smiled.  It looked good. And I thought so, too.

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My Gift

My Gift by Jane N. Sears

I wish someone had given Jesus a dog as loyal and loving as mine, to sleep by his manager and gaze in his eyes and adore him for being Divine.

As our Lord grew to manhood, his faithful dog would have followed him all through the day while he preached to the crowds and made the sick well again and knelt in the garden to pray.

It is sad to remember than Christ went away to face death alone and apart with no tender dog following close behind to comfort his Master’s heart.

And when Jesus rose on the Easter morn, how happy he would have been as his dog kissed his hand and barked his delight for One who died for all men.

Well, the Lord has a dog now.  I just sent him mine, my old pal so dear to me.  And I smile through my tears on this first day alone, knowing they’re in eternity.

I missed you, Bentley.

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Mother’s Day at the Inn

What a gorgeous day!  Blue skies and temperatures creeping up into the high 60s.  After church, I grabbed something to eat (bagel sandwiches – my favorite) and planned the next project – the garden.  It was a perfect day to continue work on the side and back gardens.  Fortunately, Megan was available to work, which means double the amount of ground to cover.

The gardens next to the fountain were Megan responsibility.  Pulling weeds at this time of year is so much easier than later when the ground is dry and the roots have taken root.  I continued yesterday’s job of yanking those horrible dandelions along the driveway and around the Maple trees.  I managed to remove quite a few, but they seem to multiple before my very eyes.  So I moved to the walkway, which seemed like an easier task or so I thought.  There I was faced with a spreader that infiltrated my patch of wild flowers.  Of course, there is also a bit of poison ivy mixed in just for interest.

After that, I moved into the main garden and walkway only to discover that the ties that are surrounding the beds are completely deteriorating, which means as I pull weeds, I’m pulling out the rotten ties. Oh well.  Thank God I have a bunch of bricks on the side of the shed just waiting to be placed along the walkway in place of the ties.  Hmmmm… I think that is a tomorrow project. Weeds are interesting. They grow no matter what the soil conditions and they manage to encroach on every other plant material I put in the ground.  They are definitely worse than my herb garden that spreads more and more each year.

Except for peppermint, which I think is an insane plant that will grow anywhere you don’t want it to grow.  I have some on the side of the Little House. I like it when it first starts out in the season.  I use it in ice water. I dry it, freeze it, crush it.  By August, I have more peppermint than I know what to do with.  There is so much growing around the foundation that the dogs get into it and I can smell it on their coats when they come into the house.

By the time my guests arrived this afternoon, I was ready to call it a day.  Even with gloves on, the dirt just finds it’s way under my nails.

Being Mother’s Day and with RJ still traveling, my sister-in-law invited me to dinner. A welcomed surprise since I usually don’t cook much for myself.  She really didn’t want me to spend Mother’s Day alone. It turned into a bit of a family gathering with her son, daughter-in-law, grandkids joining us for dinner.  The time just flew by.  Ryan and Nathan are so just so much fun to watch.  God knew what He was doing when He gave children to the young to raise.  I get worn out just watching the activity .

The day ended with a quick stop at the grocery store to pick up some needed supplies for the Inn and breakfast in the morning.  May as well stop now on my way home rather than make a special trip out tomorrow. Plus I have more guests checking in tomorrow.

Time is slipping away as it usually does and I have to get up early so for now… Good night.

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