Rides IV

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Merrimac, Oh Merrimac! I hardly know where to start! My Dad had so many stories about Merrimac that I don’t think I can ever do it justice. Nevertheless, I’ll give it a try but it might take a couple installments.

Before we are across the bridge Dad starts talking about the Merrimac mills. He talks about Silas Deeds who built the first dam on the west side of the river in 1840 and a sawmill and gristmill followed in a few years. He calls it a crib dam and says logs were used to form a crib (rectangle) and then were filled with rocks. The river eventually provided the silt and debris that made the dam watertight. The little village around the dam became known a Deedsville.

Since the Skunk River was considered navigable to Brighton, Deeds was required to build a lock and had plans and specifications at the location. It is not clear as to whether it was ever built. By 1843 the government had approved the use of “slopes”, board slides on the lower side of the dam in lieu of locks. Dad had heard stories of boats shooting the dam and even told about one that sank not far down river. He speculated that it was probably still there preserved in the muck.

If you think that is unlikely, think again. During low water one year we found clear evidence of the cribs of the original dam including boards and spikes that were put there 150 years earlier. We still have some of both.

Dad interrupts the mill discussion to say that people were first attracted to the site because there was a ford there where Indian trails crossed the river. An early settler named Yorke built a ferry to get travelers across the river there. He says, too, that at one time there was a suspended footbridge across the river. It is not well documented but is mentioned in some historical accounts.

The gristmill on the west side of the river burned in 1865 and was rebuilt on the east side of the river. It was owned by W.J. and J.S. Rogers and was named Merrimac Mills and eventually included a sawmill, gristmill and carding and spinning mill. It was a three-story structure. Part of it was moved to a nearby location in 1924 when the mill was torn down and serves as a barn to this day. The present owner, Peter Salzman, once pulled out several of the old gears and, of course, Dad and I took several pictures of them. They are probably still there.

The gears of the old mill bring up another story. Growing up Dad had heard a gruesome tale about there being a large red stain on the floor of the third story of the mill where all of the big gears were. He even sort of remembered seeing it when he was a child. He said he was told that a young man was sent up there to oil the gears and apparently somehow got caught in them and was torn to pieces. In the early 1980s Dad set out to find out if this could be true.
(To be continued)