This will be my typical long one but justified. We oft think of the pines one dimensionally in their center and forget the outskirts. The Silver Fox Inn offers tales of old that rival any tavern you could bring up. First, the group.
I arrived @ 8:30. SureSue was right behind me & Scott(RedNeckF350) Was soon to follow which I had hoped for. Mucksavage, while I was disappointed, stayed behind with his wife getting over foot surgery. Catcha next time. We walked in to the Fox to find it as Eclectic as ever but devoid of the many overlapping years of decorations. This eve' it was done up well in Halloween garb. Fit the place perfectly. Foxy, (Florence for real but she admits sometimes forgetting her real name) was about the coolest person you will ever meet, no lie. I will say it was a treat to meet Sue & she shared wonderful information of her youth and localities as well as an album with pics easily postable in their quality and content. Foxy fed us so much info I'm pissed I didn't take notes. I will rely on Scott & Sue to fill in some names. We had the place to ourselves all eve' so we were able to pump her for info. The Fox was built in 1928 and from then till 1938 actively
raised Fox for coats and such and the pelts were displayed across what was to become the Bar after the lift of Prohibition. Seems according to the dating, she & her husband purchased it approx 1966 or so. In that time frame there truly was an airfield behind soley for the purpose of cropdusters owned by the same family that owns ALBION Airport today. She rattled off family names easily and learned some herself from many of our declarations and listened intently to Scott's many known details of the region . Foxy herself is a Czech. Name of Soloma? She married to a Polish Gentleman. Ironically, during the many years before, during, and after my youth she herself was the Chef. She ceased to offer the services of the dining after she felt that she could no longer provide the service she thought necessary. Almost about the same time she abandoned the Signature Light Blue Caddy out front. Just decided one day to stop driving, pulled the keys out & there it sits. Never to be sold or moved till she's gone. How many of you have ever entertained that notion? Make no mistake. She holds parties & still parties hard herself.
She seems to get by on the good help of others. She is not a tech person, dislikes cell phones and no sign of a computer I could see. Other points of interest: The stone front you see is from seven truckloads of Pennsylvania mountain stone from a friends property. Definately cleaned up the hillbilly shack look of the log cabin. You will not call it a bar. It is a "lounge!", real class. In 40 years she never had an incident that required police or an uglyness of drunkards. That my friends is probably a title held only by this woman. The monkey on the chair remembered of my youth did exist. Her name was Delores, after the girl that lived next door that gave it to her. While Scott inquired about room borders and Foxy suspiciously declined, there are signs of the presence of rooms for let. Their purpose may be left to your imaginations. I myself see it as a very possible Speakeasy during prohibition.
This was not the Foxy I remember from another time but rather a lucid woman who offered information openly and seemed to enjoy our questions as well as someone who listened intently on our dialogue be it of towns farther away, tales of fishing and food, Children, whatever. The Fox still has a surreal quality to it but not as creepy as I remember but rather inviting and whimsical and I would offer any other member a chance to pull up a stool, have a cocktail or a cold one and learn a little about a piece of the outskirts of the pines. Taverns & Lounges do speak & speak well. As it truly is in Elm, the place of my birth and a fond memory of my youth, I found it a wondrous evening. Sadly enough she is not a picture person so we had no gems of old to view or to take away with us. I snapped a couple shots from a little throw away that I will put up when I get to it.
Scott & I walked out at approx 11:35 and I was home at 11:44. I really like that. All in all a winner of a junket with no scratches, Chiggers, wet feet of ticks. Just good talk and some beverages.
Oh heck, that will have to do. For document purposes, I 'll let Sue and Scott fill in some names and correct any errors I posted but I think I got it mostly right. Thanks again to both for your company.
G
I arrived @ 8:30. SureSue was right behind me & Scott(RedNeckF350) Was soon to follow which I had hoped for. Mucksavage, while I was disappointed, stayed behind with his wife getting over foot surgery. Catcha next time. We walked in to the Fox to find it as Eclectic as ever but devoid of the many overlapping years of decorations. This eve' it was done up well in Halloween garb. Fit the place perfectly. Foxy, (Florence for real but she admits sometimes forgetting her real name) was about the coolest person you will ever meet, no lie. I will say it was a treat to meet Sue & she shared wonderful information of her youth and localities as well as an album with pics easily postable in their quality and content. Foxy fed us so much info I'm pissed I didn't take notes. I will rely on Scott & Sue to fill in some names. We had the place to ourselves all eve' so we were able to pump her for info. The Fox was built in 1928 and from then till 1938 actively
raised Fox for coats and such and the pelts were displayed across what was to become the Bar after the lift of Prohibition. Seems according to the dating, she & her husband purchased it approx 1966 or so. In that time frame there truly was an airfield behind soley for the purpose of cropdusters owned by the same family that owns ALBION Airport today. She rattled off family names easily and learned some herself from many of our declarations and listened intently to Scott's many known details of the region . Foxy herself is a Czech. Name of Soloma? She married to a Polish Gentleman. Ironically, during the many years before, during, and after my youth she herself was the Chef. She ceased to offer the services of the dining after she felt that she could no longer provide the service she thought necessary. Almost about the same time she abandoned the Signature Light Blue Caddy out front. Just decided one day to stop driving, pulled the keys out & there it sits. Never to be sold or moved till she's gone. How many of you have ever entertained that notion? Make no mistake. She holds parties & still parties hard herself.
She seems to get by on the good help of others. She is not a tech person, dislikes cell phones and no sign of a computer I could see. Other points of interest: The stone front you see is from seven truckloads of Pennsylvania mountain stone from a friends property. Definately cleaned up the hillbilly shack look of the log cabin. You will not call it a bar. It is a "lounge!", real class. In 40 years she never had an incident that required police or an uglyness of drunkards. That my friends is probably a title held only by this woman. The monkey on the chair remembered of my youth did exist. Her name was Delores, after the girl that lived next door that gave it to her. While Scott inquired about room borders and Foxy suspiciously declined, there are signs of the presence of rooms for let. Their purpose may be left to your imaginations. I myself see it as a very possible Speakeasy during prohibition.
This was not the Foxy I remember from another time but rather a lucid woman who offered information openly and seemed to enjoy our questions as well as someone who listened intently on our dialogue be it of towns farther away, tales of fishing and food, Children, whatever. The Fox still has a surreal quality to it but not as creepy as I remember but rather inviting and whimsical and I would offer any other member a chance to pull up a stool, have a cocktail or a cold one and learn a little about a piece of the outskirts of the pines. Taverns & Lounges do speak & speak well. As it truly is in Elm, the place of my birth and a fond memory of my youth, I found it a wondrous evening. Sadly enough she is not a picture person so we had no gems of old to view or to take away with us. I snapped a couple shots from a little throw away that I will put up when I get to it.
Scott & I walked out at approx 11:35 and I was home at 11:44. I really like that. All in all a winner of a junket with no scratches, Chiggers, wet feet of ticks. Just good talk and some beverages.
Oh heck, that will have to do. For document purposes, I 'll let Sue and Scott fill in some names and correct any errors I posted but I think I got it mostly right. Thanks again to both for your company.
G