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February, 1921
(The Worcester Democrat)
The Front and Willow Street section of the new garage of Mr. J.
Milton Clogg is nearing completion. So much so that he was able this week to
move most of his business interests into that section.
September, 1921
(The Worcester Democrat)
Saturday last was one of the largest days ever experienced in
Pocomoke City, so it is claimed by our oldest citizens. The occasion was the
giving away by Mr. J. Milton Clogg of a new Ford Touring Car, the event marking
the opening of his new and handsome garage at the foot of Market
Street.
Ira Brittingham won the car with ticket No. 2151.
Footnote: Clogg's Garage escaped the disastrous Pocomoke fire of
1922 and after the fire, served as temporary headquarters for Pocomoke City
National Bank, Lloyd Blaine Druggists, Pocomoke City Garage, and E. Fontaine
Insurance. Numerous buildings which survived the fire served as temporary
locations for businesses that didn't survive the blaze as outlined in the April
22,1922 edition of The Worcester Democrat.
Note the Front and Willow Street, foot of Market Street,
locations given for Clogg's Garage. Possibly the same building, or part of the
building, that would later be home for decades to Duncan Brothers auto
dealership and in more recent years the Delmarva Discovery Center. -tk
June, 1976
(The Salisbury Times)
Father And Son To Head Clubs
SNOW HILL- Father and son will become presidents of their Rotary
Clubs at a joint meeting of the Snow Hill and Pocomoke City clubs Wednesday
night.
The event will be at the Nassawango Country Club.
William G. Kirbin, Jr., Snow Hill attorney, will become
president of that club succeeding Ninnian Beal.
His son, William H. Kirbin, editor of the Worcester County
Messenger, will become president of the Pocomoke City club. He will succeed
Thomas Ashby.
September, 1924
(Kingston Daily Freeman- Kingston, N.Y.)
(Excerpt)
(Item reporting on tourists visiting in Crisfield)
...While they were attending services at the Methodist Church at
Crisfield, Md., they were surprised to see President and Mrs. Coolidge enter the
church, accompanied by Secretary Hughes. The congregation remained standing
until the president's party had left the church, then hurried to the wharf to
wave as they returned to the president's yacht, the Mayflower, that had quietly
anchored in the harbor.
Memories of Accomac, 1890
John S. Wise Jr.. "Memories of Accomac, 1890" Peninsula
Enterprise (Accomac, Va.: August 21, 1937)
(Introduction)
A friend recently said to me that after all, our memories remain with us and with many are all they get out of life. Certainly I cherish nothing more than my memories of old Drummondtown (later named Accomac) and Accomack County in 1890, now nearly half a century ago, when I spent a summer with my dear old cousin, Dr. John J. Wise, at his old home "Woodburn," about a mile north of Drummondtown.
I was then a lad of fourteen and full of youthful vitality and activity and interest and curiosity about all things of the Eastern Shore new to a boy who had spent most of his time in the inland country mountains.
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I slept in the room with him. In those days we had no fly screens. The doctor's abomination was flies. They tickled his bald head so that when smoking his pipe on the porch evenings he had to wear his hat. He said, a mosquito gave an honest warning, but, what he said of flies, ought not to be printed for general reading.
Many nights I was awakened by the old fellow, out of bed, killing flies with a folded newspaper and throwing stifling clouds of fly powder.
Nights there would be medical calls. For those he went out regularly without any secrecy. But other nights there were very gentle taps on the blinds, hushed talk and quiet exits.
Some have suspected this meant a poker game in the town. Generally after these calls the doctor did not get up in the morning early enough to make his customary inspection of the farm before breakfast.
The doctor had five good horses and there was one always available for my travels around the country and I traveled. Tom Scarburgh was a distant relative of mine and about my age and we ranged far and wide for youngsters.
Money we didn't have so we made out own amusement out of riding, fishing, sailing and swimming.
After the doctor's visits to his patients he was on the porch of his office where gathered a group of cronies to settle the affairs of the land and await the midday mail. Only a few of the elite belonged to this coterie.
Mr. John J. Blackstone was the most regular. He was older than the doctor but they had been friends many years.
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