After the conference on Saturday night, I took Ruth and Kathi (a lady from work) over to Xenia where Ken and I had our first apartment. Since Xenia/Cedarville is right off of 7o in route to Ken’s parents, I have been by the apartment building a few times since we moved away – but it has been awhile. Once I got to downtown Xenia, I had no trouble heading out to the old homestead. We passed the church we attended – First Reformed, except it wasn’t reformed, but supposedly they couldn’t change the name because of it’s historical value. Somehow, the old stone building survived the big Xenia tornado and I guess that made it lose its historical designation because now it’s Community Bible Church. (????????????)
The corner of Detroit and Kinsey was once a field and woods (a field and woods where we accidentally on purpose lost our three gerbils who annoyingly would always get loose and haunt the heating pipes of the apartment building). Rather than US get evicted, we decided to evict them. The only cute thing about them was their names: Shadrach, Meshach and A Broken Tail – because the third one did, indeed, have a broken tail.) Anyhow, now it’s a McDonalds. Behind the McDonald’s were several other apartment buildings and I thought our original one had been torn down and replaced. Fortunately, I kept going – and there it was.
Actually, it looks a lot like it did when we lived there – except Vllage had an “i” in it then. Someone has kept it up fairly well. The lawn was nicely manicured and flowers were planted by the doors. The swimming pool was gone and grass had been planted in its place. I’m not sure why, but the fact that it wasn’t run down, made me feel good.
We lived on the “garden level” which meant we would see a lot of tires when we looked out our window. We lived in the apartment right behind the flowers with the trophies in the window. For those of you who have heard Ken talk about the office he set up in a bedroom closet where he poured over the book of Romans – this is the place.
From there, we headed down the road through “Goes” which is now called Goes Station. Maybe because everyone always made fun of it and called it “Goes is gone before you get there.”
A few more miles down the road and we came to the leftover hippy town of Yellow Springs. Yellow Spring is the home of Antioch College – which is a center of hippieton, new age religions, etc.
The college was established in 1852 with Horace Mann being its first president.
Known for students who were radical and free-thinkers, the school continued in operation until last year. They are hoping to open it again 2011.
I drove down the street to the college which was well-shaded with large maple trees arcing over the landscape. The many deserted buildings looked eerie in the dusk. And then we saw a group of people sitting in a circle. They had long gray hair and were listening to a couple guys playing drums. Candles were burning and smoke spiraled upward. We didn’t stick around.
That’s when we headed even further up the road to Young’s Dairy which has been there forever. At least 500 cars were in the massive parking lot. People coming and going everywere. We walked around. Looked at some cows and headed back toward Xenia.
We made a quick stop at John Bryan State Park. Ken and I often went there to study and read. Then we headed back to Cedarville.