Reminiscences of Conneaut

This page has been created to put the thoughts and memories of Conneaut Residents who experienced the glory of the Old Conneaut Days.
From what I have been hearing, I believe it would have been quite exciting in its day.
Contact me HERE to submit a Memory.  ~ Sharon Wick ~


First is a contribution of Memories by Rhonda Alperin of South Carolina

My brother (Ken Novak) sent me the link to your website, and I thoroughly enjoyed viewing the photos...with some sadness, though, for the demise of so many beautiful old buildings.  The 1909 photo of the high school shows what magnificent architecture existed then.

My connection with Conneaut goes back to my great-great-grandfather David Cummins, who lived in the Liberty Street octagon house and owned Cummins Canning.  As a child I got to see the factory in action only once or twice, but still remember the seemingly endless stream of bright orange pumpkins in the metal troughs and the wonderful cacophony of noise from the equipment.

In the 1950s I loved taking the train from Cleveland to visit my grandmother, Althea Cummins Webb.  She lived in the yellow house at the corner of Main and Stadium, and my brothers and I spent many hours across the street on the playground of West Main Elementary.  I always loved the sound of the cables clanking against the flagpole.

Shopping rituals included going to John Tusa’s market on Broad Street for dried beef...and numerous samples from the huge wheel of Canadian Cheddar kept under a large clear dome at the end of the counter.  The original shop area had wooden floors and all purchases were wrapped in paper and tied with string.  What a wonderfully ‘biodegradable’ era!

The Electric Maid bakery across the street sold Salt Rising Bread only one day each week (Tuesdays?), so Grandma made a point to shop on that day.  Shopping for clothes at The Children's Shop was always fun, and I remember being fascinated with the pneumatic tubes at Pelton’s.

Other regular outings were for chocolate malts at Lakeview Dairy, picnics at Farnham/Conneaut Creek (where wading occasionally resulted in getting a disgusting leech on one's foot), roller skating in a very old wooden building down by the lake, trips to the White Turkey Drive-In, fried perch dinners from Brown's, occasional lunches at the Sugar Bowl, 'brazier burgers' and tin roof sundaes from the Dairy Queen not far from the cemeteries on Main, and sitting at Conneaut Harbor in Grandma's big aqua and black Buick to watch sunsets or 4th of July fireworks.  We never tired of playing on the seesaws and the hand-pumped swings at Township Park, climbing the enormous (or so it seemed then) dirt hill and, of course, swimming in Lake Erie.  And I have fond memories of frequent trips to the beautiful Carnegie Library.  During the hottest hours of each afternoon I loved to read on Grandma’s front porch, screened-in at the time.  

Christmas vacations my brothers and I would go sledding down the Center Street Hill on genuine Flexible Flyers.  The fact that it seemed dangerously steep (and Grandma deemed it unsafe) made the rides all the more thrilling. 

I also loved to ice skate on the Liberty St. tennis courts, which the city would flood for that purpose.  And oh, the frozen fingers and toes from making snowmen!  But it was wonderful always being able to count on having a White Christmas in Conneaut.

Sharon, I very much appreciate all your efforts compiling this website.  Thank you for bringing to mind many wonderful moments of nostalgia!



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