Port Oneida resembled a ghost town when we visited
one recent winter morning to wander around the spooky and dilapidated Weaver Farm.
Snow crunched underfoot as we walked the grounds,
peered through sagging door frames and wondered about the lives of the home’s
long-gone residents.
The Weaver house may be one of the more intriguing
stops on a self-guided tour of Port Oneida because it makes such a great photo
subject and captures some of the despair as the small settlement fell on hard
times and became a shadow of the farming, lumbering and port community people once
called home.
Today, Port Oneida survives as a Rural Historical
District under the auspices of the National Park Service. An act of Congress established
the park at Sleeping Bear Dunes in 1970, and the Port Oneida Rural Historic
District of Sleeping Bear Dunes National Lakeshore earned a spot on the
National Register of Historic Places in 1997.
The Port Oneida district covers more than 3400 acres
and has over 120 buildings, most of them in far better repair than the Weaver
Farm.
Port Oneida visitors can stop at the Philip A. Hart
Visitor Center in Empire to pick up information about the area, or they can
download a PDF file of the park’s Port Oneida Driving Tour booklet.
The booklet tells the story of many of the farms,
homes, businesses and other sites in the district, plus it includes a short
history of Port Oneida.
Settlers from Germany began living in Port Oneida
during the mid-1800s. Logging in northern Michigan offered opportunities for
economic growth during the late-1800s, and the town grew large enough to
support a blacksmith, a general store, a post office and a boarding house.
Logging drastically thinned the surrounding forests,
and coal-burning steamships became more prevalent by the late 1800s. Loss of
industry sped the demise of Port Oneida and most residents abandoned the
original town site by 1908.
Farmers who remained in the area scratched out a
modest living as sandy soil and an unreliable water supply made making a living
in Port Oneida more and more difficult. Most residents left the area by the
1930s and 1940s.
The story of the Weaver Farm pretty much parallels
the history of the settlement.
Jacob Mantz first purchased the land in the 1860s,
selling it to Harrison and Almeda Weaver in the 1880s. The Weavers built the
house in the early 1890s.
Harrison Weaver, a talented blacksmith, shod many
horses in the Port Oneida area. He wasn’t nearly as successful as a farmer,
though.
The farm’s poor location and drainage meant it often
flooded. The family eventually lost the most of the land because of delinquent
taxes around 1940.
Even as the Weavers and other Port Oneida residents
eventually left the area, its rebirth as a district dedicated to preserving the
agricultural history and settlement of northern Michigan means the memories of Port
Oneida live on today.
Efforts to make history come alive for today’s
visitors include an annual two-day Port Oneida Fair in early August with displays,
tours and activities like a Civil War Encampment, blacksmithing,
horse-and-wagon rides, storytelling, quilting, folk music and craft
demonstrations.
I still enjoyed visiting Port Oneida on a cold
winter day, feeling the presence of the ghostly spirits of time past as I
roamed the deserted Weaver place.
© Dominique King 2009
You nailed it when you used the word "ghostly" to describe this Michigan treasure. It is a soulful place, and we always pass it when we're tooling around up north.
Posted by: Cindy L | April 23, 2009 at 01:24 PM
Cindy-This is another one of those places that I think is more enjoyable to visit when no one else is around. You really felt the spirit of the place.
I loved poking around the old farm and taking photos, and only wish we had more time to go back to explore further.
Posted by: Dominique | April 23, 2009 at 07:13 PM
What a fascinating (and sad) story. Thanks so much for writing about it.
Posted by: gypsyscarlett | April 24, 2009 at 10:52 AM
Gypsy-I do think it wouldn't have the same impact if they eventually restore the Weaver place. It was the one place we stopped to take photos when we visited the district.
Posted by: Dominique | April 25, 2009 at 02:31 PM
Thank you so much for the wonder post regarding Port Oneida. My mother's great-aunt and uncle were the very first settler's there. Then my mother"s grandparents followed a short while later. I remember visiting my grandparents at the (Werner then) Miller farm when I was very young. My wife and I went exploring there just two days ago. One of the most beautiful places on earth in my opinion!
Posted by: Tyrone R. Stuber | May 06, 2009 at 01:18 PM
Tyrone-Thank you so much for stopping by!
I'm honored that you enjoyed my post, especially because Port Oneida figures so importantly in the histories of the families of you and your wife. I'm glad you thought I did the place justice in my story.
We've only been there in the late fall and winter, so we're hoping to get back up there sometime in the warmer weather when the leaves, grass and flowers are out.
Posted by: Dominique | May 07, 2009 at 08:04 PM
A very nice story. I remember hiking around this place as a kid. i was raised on the Howard Burfiend farm, on Port Oneida Road. My father, Peter Burfiend, is buried in the Port Oneida cemetery. It is great to hear that people are so interested in this area.
Posted by: Howard L. Burfiend | May 12, 2009 at 12:38 PM
Howard-I love that folks who lived in the area enjoy my story. I'll bet it was a great place to live as a kid--so many great places to run around and explore!
It would be great to visit there in the summer, possibly during the big fair, when it isn't so deserted. We loved being up there when no one was around, though, because it was a great time to take photos.
Thanks so much for stopping by!
Posted by: Dominique | May 12, 2009 at 05:35 PM