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Hello, me again –– Ella. My sister Bessie took this photo of me sitting in front of the old shoemaker’s shop. Capt. Zachariah Hallock was my great-great grandfather. He was both a shoemaker and a farmer. We still have his account book. It shows he made 1,700 pairs of shoes in this little shop starting before the Revolution, ending in 1820 when he died.
Back in those days, they didn’t throw anything away. Look at these old shoes. My lands! They were repaired so many times that they have patches on the patches! The building originally stood across the road, a little to the east. By the 1840s, manufactured shoes from New England factories put local shoemakers out of business.
But we Hallocks never let an old building go to waste. Instead, my grandfather moved it across the road and planted it next to the Homestead kitchen, where you see it today. It became their milk houses. They dug a cellar under it to keep milk, cheese, and butter cool in the summer.
Now I want you to come around the corner to the back of the Homestead and meet Ma and Pa.