Chapter 48
-- Compiled by the Cumberland Women's Club
and Published by the Cumberland Advocate
1874-1974
(used by permission of the Cumberland Advocate)
Donated by Linda Mott
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Cumberland Memories
Another
Cumberland "character" was Domonic Marino.
Anyone remember him? I remember him especially as he lived just up the
street from my father's place of business. (My father at that time had
a produce station where he bought furs, cream and eggs.....it was located
just across the street from the theatre). Domonic used to come prancing
down the street, take me up
on his
shoulders and go across to Mrs. Hafslund's
Ice Cream Parlour that was located where the
Band Box is now.....it was such a treat to go there and see the big ceiling
fan keeping the business place as cool as possible, and the big reach-in
coolers full of ice on which the pop bottles rested. I would be treated
to an ice cream cone. Of course, it was never a "good" 4th of July parade
unless Domonic would dress up in his bright Italian costume and be the
first one to dance down the street in front of the parade, waving his arms,
singing and stirring everybody in the spirit of the holiday.
Another Hafslund to remember is "Gloomy" who had a little candy store where the Colonial Barber Shop is now located. He wasn't in business too long but I surely do remember the delicious home-made candy he used to make and sell there.
Many, many times I would go with my Grandma Schiebel to the Miller home (which is now the Tower House) while she and the "ladies" quilted everyday. I would sit on a footstool and embroider while the ladies quilted....in the library (which is now the Beaver Room). Everyday several Cumberland ladies would gather at the Miller home to make quilts for various causes...some of them charitable and some of them for people who ordered them....the money went into the coffers of the Ladies Aid. Mrs. Miller would always serve lunch to the ladies. (Would that be the original Senior Citizens organization?) The quilting of some of the ladies who came was not up to the standards of the "old regulars" so they would stay afterward and carefully pull out the stitching they felt was too big and replace it with their own stitches (which I might add were so tiny it was hard to imagine it not being done by machine.) They would never in any way indicate to the lady whose stitches they replaced that they had done so, because they felt she needed the companionship of the group.....she may have been recently widowed, having trouble with her family or in some way felt the need of the companionship outside her home for awhile.
By Margaret
Schiebel Jorgenson
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