Other Magic of Colon,

Other magic of Colon. Francis Rex Pierce



Joe Ganger


We Colonites are lucky to have the written memories of Frances Rex Pierce. She was born in May of 1911 which gives us an idea of time frames. She writes of her grandfather’s house (now the Schipper Funeral Home). It was then the home Dr. Erwin Godfrey.



” To me, from the day I can remember Colon, the magic covered more and ran deeper than magical tricks. The magic was Grandad’s beautiful, wonderful house – 3 magical stories tall – full of nooks and “cranies”. What a treat to be allowed into Granddad’s office and view his jars of medicine, interspersed with interesting jars of hard candies for treats and bribes (delicious lemondrops). In this room was a single rather firm, leather covered couch where Granddad took many quick winks in between office calls and trips with horse and cart to the surrounding country side to heal the sick. The room next to his office was an attractive waiting room where a fireplace mantle held beautiful shells to look at, touch and listen to. I have two of them as keepsakes. The rest of the first floor held fascinations, too. With a front entry hall and then a living room, the room beyond was the parlor that held the fascinating wind up phonograph with the big “horn” and cylindrical records – and what records they were – the best – good music and good comedy. We played it by the hour. Granddad’s Bedroom and Bath was off the Living Room. From the living room we entered a large dining room with a large oval table and room for many to dine. Granddad’s pet parrot, Judy, had a “front row seat” on the door but perched on Granddad’s shoulder as he ate. At one end of the dining room was a small table – always with a pitcher of ice water and glasses. Granddad frequented this area and surely got his eight glasses of water a day (pure). Next was the large kitchen from which emanated delicious smells – constantly, it seemed. Next to the kitchen was the “sun” room, sometimes called the “Plant” room. There were always plants and a large cage for Judy when necessary to confine her. Beyond the kitchen was a pantry like room where milk was brought from Granddad’s special cows – what milk – what cream. It was so thick it was the consistency of whipped cream. This is where the cottage cheese was started that Grandma Julia made (and I was often the benefactor). Granddad’s property, inside and outside was CLEAN. We kids loved playing in the barn where he stored his horse carts and buggies. The floors were “squeaky” clean. We did a lot of pretending and spent hours in that barn. Always Granddad had a super garden – home grown asparagus and huge strawberry patch. He took such good care of them he even stretched the growing season. He got his kicks out of scritch-scratching with his hoe. Back into the house and up the enclosed stairway. In my mind I can count 6 bedrooms surrounding a reasonably large hall. All kids were intrigued by the bedroom Granddad made on the third floor. This was Uncle Clare’s room and one of the nicest in the house. The attic itself was so enormous it could have housed a small apartment. Colon also meant mint fields and the wonderful fragrance of mint as you drove the country roads. The town was very friendly and everyone turned out for the Band concerts on warm nights. Colon was truly the Magic Town of my youth.”