TIME MACHINE ... Clogg's Garage Left Mark In Pocomoke City's History.

　

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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.

(PART 2)

Dr. Wise was a typical Eastern Shoreman of his time. He was slight of stature and a little less than six-feet tall. He was as bald as a clam-shell with a pair of big violet-blue eyes that popped out like the eyes of a crab. They were the kindest eyes anybody ever saw but when angered the old man could almost shoot fire and his swearing was sulphurous and almost musical. He had a pair of large ears that stood well out from his head and were so thin the light came through them. He also had the full length Eastern Shore beard.

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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