Category Archives: People

Before It Was “The Bell House”

Some things were never meant to remain unchanged, even in the Town Time Forgot.

At the corner of Laporte and Allegheny Avenues  stands perhaps our best example of adaptation. It has been a church, a museum, and a private residence all in the space of 100 years. Have you reinvented yourself that many times?

Col. J. Richter Jones,, Union Officer. Killed in action.at Batchelder’s Creek, NC 1863. Jones Ave. is named for him.

It all began with that Eagles Mere visionary, Judge J. Richter Jones who had already purchased the area and changed its name to “Eaglesmere.” (Yay! Much better than Lewis Lake IMHO. ) Then, with his church roots running deep–he was son and grandson of ministers–he felt it was time to add a place of worship to the community. The first minister was a Rev. Boken Oken (I am not making this up). The congregation met in a converted cottage on Laporte Ave. Unfortunately it was destroyed by fire in 1872. Keep rambling....

Porch Chairs

Leslie has a major thing for porches. To her, they symbolize tranquility, family, good conversation, warm weather–all very different things, but also connectable.

So whenever she sees a porch well-fitted with comfortable chairs, especially rockers, she’s seeing smiles, and chit-chat floating through the air on hot afternoons or moonlit evenings, even if the chairs are unoccupied or the snow is knee-deep.

She’s glad she lives in EM. This town embraces porch-living epic-ly.

“Always” yours,  Keep rambling....

Eagles Mere’s Snowy Side

Figure you know what the best time of year to visit Eagles Mere is? Did you guess winter?

No? Keep reading. We might change your mind.

If you like snow, even moderately, or if you are open to new adventures, try Eagles Mere in the “off-season.” Folks who live here year ’round can tell you that you haven’t truly experienced the Town Time Forgot until you’ve been here when the days are shortest and the ground is whitest.

Snow is embraced, or at worst well-tolerated, by those who call Eagles Mere their permanent address. If the local paper runs an annual “Guess How Much Snow?” contest–with cash prizes!–frozen precip must be a welcome friend. There are several good reasons. Keep rambling....