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Sebewa Recollector
THE SEBEWA RECOLLECTOR Bulletin of The Sebewa Center Association, December 1980, Volume 16, Number 3. Submitted with written permission of current Editor Grayden D. Slowins: NEW BUSINESS IN BURNSTOWN Before Sunfield became a village there was a settlement at the corner of M 43 and Sunfield Highway where a school, church and a store or two clustered. Now at that corner in the building where Howard Norris had his radio and TV shop is the new B. & H Farm Market. The stock includes potatoes, onions, lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, peppers, celery, spinach, green beans, cabbage, grapes, grapefruit, oranges, bananas, cranberries and all kinds of apples. Mrs. Mildred Bailey opened the market last August. 566 8800 is the phone number, too new to be listed in the telephone book. For the past twenty years Mrs. Bailey has lived and helped operate a farm in the Clarksville area and hauled and marketed potatoes and onions to the Detroit market. Now the Detroit market is the source of most of the produce offered for sale at the B. & H Farm Market. Her growing patronage is from the Sunfield area, Grand Ledge, Lake Odessa and passing M 43 traffic. The business has shown a steady increase. She lives in Odessa Township, Musgrove at Ainsworth. RECOLLECTIONS OF SEBEWA RESIDENTS AS TOLD ON TAPE Louise Buchner I am Louise Buchner. I was born in Roxand Township (Eaton County) in February 1872. I lived there all my girlhood days and then came to Sebewa Center 55 years ago and lived with my husband, Emory Gunn, in the Theodore Gunn tenant house. Some of the experiences we had farming were somewhat different than they are at the present time. I remember one time I was out with the horses cutting hay. We ran into a bumblebee’s nest and the horses didn’t cut very straight rows for a while. I finally got them quieted down so that we got back to real business again.When I first started farming we lived in the tenant house and after buying the place we moved over into the other large house and I have lived in the same place ever since. I’ve never known more than the two homes except when we ran away winters to Florida. It just seems yesterday that the young people who are around the neighborhood now were just little boys and girls. How I did enjoy practicing with them for Children’s Day programs and such. I have always watched with very much interest their growing up and following their lives and interests. The longer I live in Sebewa Center, the better I like it. I always did like it right from the start. The people became very close friends and the community is noted for the friendship amongst all its inhabitants. One little thing happened while we were living in the house here---Asa Cassel was working for us. He came in the house and he said he saw a crow down in the corn field and he wanted to go down and shoot it. We brought the gun out of the pantry and started to load it when the gun went off. There was quite a big hole in our kitchen floor immediately after that. I was sitting quite close to that place so you can imagine what a shock I had but I survived and still living in Sebewa Center at the ripe old age of 82. Louise Buchner died in 1958. Daisy Staples MY NAME IS DAISY STAPLES and then I was married Charlie Creighton and we went to Chicago to live for about a year where Charlie worked on the railroad. Then we moved to Elkhart, Indiana, where I have lived over 46 years. I remember the old mill on the Staples farm. They made cider and sorghum sirup. I used to be out there as a little child. My uncle, Delos Staples, ran the sorghum mill and my father (Lewis Staples) ran the cider mill. I’ve often seen teams with loads lined up clear out into the main road. The mill was run by horse power. They would have about two teams and a man would stand up on a platform in the middle and he had a long whip and if one horse got behind a little, he would whip it up. I remember one time an old pig that came up and was eating by the sorghum mill and nobody paid her any attention. After a while she went to squealing and staggering off to the ditch and fell into the water. I guess that sobered her up. We discovered then that she was drunk from eating the waste from the sorghum mill. My first school teacher that I remember was Emerson Ray. I had to walk about a mile alone before I joined Maud and Rile Kenyon on my way to school. Shortly we would join Earl Pettinggill before we got to school. One of the games we played at school as I remember was Anti I Over. We would choose up sides and we would throw the ball over the roof of the schoolhouse. You were supposed to catch it and then run around and touch somebody and then they were on your side. Often they didn’t catch the ball but we would run just the same. Then the one who caught the ball would call Anti I Over. We also played crack the whip and prison guel (goal). When we were older we then played baseball with the boys.
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