Mom and Dad enjoyed going to the Grain Mill at New Albany, Ohio. They would buy buckwheat and cornmeal. Mom enjoyed making buckwheat cakes and homemade fried mush and Dad loved eating them!!! Hope you enjoy this poem about the Grain Mill !!!
"The Grain Mill"

I like to stop in at the mill,
And hear the farmers chat.
To hear about their oats and corn,
And all of this and that.

The soy bean crops, real good this year,
The feeder steers are fine.
The wheat's not all just up to par,
But ready to combine.

The dairy herds are fine they say,
Too much rain, does us ill.
You hear all of this country talk,
Here at the old grain mill !

E. H. Coe 1971