This year my sister and her husband hosted Thanksgiving. My mother and I live in the same neighborhood, the historic Oregon District near downtown Dayton. I walked over to my mother's, so we could ride together to my sister's. Before I left, I took a picture of my cat, Phineas, who wasn't invited to dinner. He was happy enough for me to leave him on his favorite chair. On the way I took a picture of the Thanksgiving display in Newcom Park in the neighborhood.
Across the street a crew was hard at work on the old Southern Belle bar building. No parade watching for them. The Southern Belle moved a year or so ago to Patterson Boulevard, near Fifth Third field, and now its old building is being gutted and converted into a residence, with an upstairs even! |
I've lived in the Oregon District six years this month, since November 1998. Knowing that I won't be living here next year makes me a little sad, not enough to reconsider moving, but I will miss my house. When I bought it, the previous owners, the Brubakers, left me a notebook of photos from the renovation of the house in the early 1980s. They bought the house in 1984, historic but with all new innards.
I finally got around to scanning the pictures, which you can now see online. In addition to the photos, I scanned the tourbook from the 11th annual Dayton Heritage Tour, held Sunday, September 23, 1984 and sponsored by the Oregon Historic District Society (visit the OHDS web site to find out about this year's tour, to be held Dec. 6, 7 and 8). The Brubakers were #1 on the tour. Here's the info about the house from the tourbook:
Sold for $48 at a public autction held at the National Hotel, the lot which was to eventually gird this post and beam, Greek Revival home was purchased in 1835, by constable Ebenezer Henderson and his wife, Mary. In 1836, they built the home they were to reside in for the next 17 years.
Hamilton Bates, moving here when a foreman at a machine shop, eventually owned Hamilton Bates & Sons, manufacturers of woolen machinery, blacksmith's drills and washing machines. Various members of his family continued their residency here after his death in 1884.
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The street light outside my house was stolen shortly after I moved in, just the light, not the post and all. My neighbor asked me if I'd taken it (if you've met my neighbor or heard about her, that won't seem quite so strange). I hadn't. I'd much rather have a street light outside instead of hidden away somewhere. Well today, five years later, they replaced it. Looks nice, doesn't it? And it's so bright at night. |
Today, obviously, is the Fourth of July, and I celebrated it in a few ways. The first was here in the Oregon District, participating in the annual neighborhood parade. It takes a while to get everyone ready. Normally the Dayton Fire Department sends a fire truck but they didn't show this year (a fire somewhere?) so we made do with a toy one.
Later in the day I went to Yellow Springs. I'm taking TEFL (Teaching English as a Foreign Language) classes this quarter at Wright State, and Dr. MacDonald, one of the program's professors, invited us all out to her place for the Fourth. We
have some grad students from South Korea in the program as well as a professor from Korea (Dr. Sung), and this was their chance to experience not only an American Independence Day but also life in the wild but wonderful village of Yellow Springs.
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There was good food, including apple pies made by Sharon and her boyfriend Doug. Peter brought his unicycles, showed off a little on them, and let others try to ride them. We took some group pictures and then went for a group walk through the village, stopping at the playground and some stores and then heading to Glen Helen to see the spring from which the village takes its name. Some of us partook of the sulfurous water. Amazingly for a town known for letting people do what they want, there's a rule, as you can see on the sign in the photo, that groups of ten or more must apply for a permit to enjoy the Glen. We took another group picture to document our flagrant violation of this rule.
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Later it was back for more food and some musical entertainment before we played with some tame fireworks and then headed out to see the official ones, which got rained out. Although we got a little wet, we still had fun and got to see the kitchen belonging to the famous Carol of the old Carol's Kitchen restaurant.
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