The Filling in Of Oxbow Lake

A short story by Bill Poray, village historian.

https://www.monroecopost.com/news/20180925/column-clubhouse-at-oxbow


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Great Find in Attic of Oxbow Pub!

Mr Kulika Kim and his wife Sophie recently purchased #1 Oxbow Rd. and have begun some serious demolition and renovation to the property. During this work Mr Kim discovered the pub’s old ledger, dating back to the 1940’s.

You’ll drool over the 1940’s prices of Genny beer, and 35 gallons of Kerosene for $5. (Hopefully that was for heating!) It appears they were using about 20 gallons a week, if you look at page 49.

Browse through these scans and see what gems you can find, and leave a comment here.

Old Topper Ale – seems quite a lot was consumed here, according to these records and it was $1.60 a case (24) for the 7oz size. (about 7 cents each at cost)

I just hope Mr Kim finds some more little gems like this! Who knows, he might even find a stash of cash! Stranger things have happened! 🙂

More Memories From Residents

Belonging

Maybe I was too young to notice
Erie’s brackish water that lapped
against our Oxbow cottage,
the one with the red brick tiled front.

Did I hear the rustle
of the cottonwood leaves
that quaked in the evening breeze?

I must have felt the sand
that squeezed between my bare toes
when we built sandcastles under the electric towers
that carried power to the village below

I’m sure I heard the laughter
of my mother, brothers and sisters,
the footsteps of my father who looked in on us
as sleep overtook us in the next room.

Who could forget
the frosted feathered window panes of winter,
snug blue snow suits,
or plaid patterned woolen coats with belts.
The rubbery smell of new mail order winter boots,
the dust of the coal bin,
the scent of the weekly delivered bread.
The faraway lonesome groan of the tugboat and its barge,
plying the muddy waters out in the main channel.

Those cottonwoods and willows
that followed the arc of the “bow”.
The cottages, the people who dwelled in them
must have given me my first awareness
of who I was, where I was, and who I belonged to.

Richard Lucci of 47 Oxbow Rd

A resident remembers.

Out of the blue, I received an email from a lady, who, as a child, lived at #49 Oxbow Rd. Her name is Janet Ashley and this was her home.

My family got to live here.
Born in 1957, lived in the Oxbow till I was ten. My oldest brother was two then. My sister and me with my daddy. We often walked the road from one end to the other end. It was the best place to grow up with the canal as our back yard. I learned to swim there and ride our sled from the hill to the side of the house, right into the frozen drained canal in the winter. In 1966 daddy had to shovel us out of the home from the storms.
We didn’t know we were poor till homes were built nearby, and I went to play with a little girl I met at the hill and her mom said she couldn’t play with me for I came from the Oxbow.
But now I see I had it all there! What a great place to grow up!
We didn’t have e a lot but we knew how to use our imagination. The Oxbow was our home and we loved it. So sad for others who didn’t get to experience it or the simpler times.
God Bless the people of Fairport especially the Oxbow residents who inspired me as I grew up.
Fannie was my neighbor and the Ecks – so kind and generous people!

Oh! The memories live on!

She wrote again –

I am so glad you are keeping the area alive and cleaning it up. I lived there till I was 10 with my dad raising me. I was so happy to see the picture for our home which was burnt as well. Dad lost anything left there. I feel complete now that I have the picture of my old homestead.

When I was a small child (1963) we had a fire involving the furnace. Our house burnt down, I want to say 1970 by or 72 not really sure, I just remember daddy telling me.
We lived at 49 Oxbow Rd. I forget what Flo’s address was. Fannie lived next door looking at our house to the right then Ecks lived next to Fannie. Bruce, a friend of my brothers, was the last house there. A few years later, I heard he died. To tell the truth, as a child I don’t remember Bruce. All I can say is the home was dilapidated, almost ready to sink. When we stood there, I didn’t get a good feeling. Mostly I guess because of the man in the home. I had no idea he would die a few years later and I pray he didn’t die lost. I will write a letter about what else I remember when I am able.
Again, thank you for all you do to revive the area. My husband said we will try to go in June or August, as I have vacation then

God Bless

Janet

one of 4 Ashley children