When I was growing up in good old Hydetown, I didn’t like it when the Crawford County Fair rolled around. Why? Because I knew that fair time meant that I was going back to school very soon.
Oh Hydetown, Hydetown. My precious little hamlet nestled peacefully in The Oil Creek Valley, but what direction are we going? What direction is anyone going today?
I was watching the O.C. & T. the other day and I probably shouldn’t do that. It usually gets my mind wandering back to times when it was less cluttered. I had less to clutter it with when I was growing up in Hydetown.
I was very distraught last Monday, when I heard about the school bus accident on Route 408 in Hydetown. This has been a pet peeve of mine for quite some time.
Easter Sunday 2022. Growing up, I always loved Easter in Hydetown. Of course, that’s all I knew. That was my little world. For a while I didn’t know life existed outside of Hydetown.
I want to share with you a paper that was written by an old friend of mine who passed away some time ago. He was born in Hydetown and lived his whole life here.
I know that March is just beginning but I don’t need a woodchuck to tell me that Spring is in the air! It looks like March is going to come in like a lamb. I hope that old saying isn’t true because that means it will be going out like a lion!
I loved February when I was a kid growing up in Hydetown. George Washington and Abraham Lincoln were both born in February. They were my favorite presidents and I loved listening to my teacher tell stories about them.
One of the things I always appreciated about the old Hydetown school was the love of history they taught me. It saddens me when I see monuments being torn down that are all part of the history of this great nation.
It’s funny because it seems that the older I get, the more I think about how good we had it growing up in Hydetown. Things were so pure and simple. I’m so glad we didn’t have cell phones, computers and TV games to destroy our God-given imagination.
It’s a Wonderful Life! Remember that movie? That was probably my favorite Christmas movie of all time. There were a lot of good life lessons if you really pay attention to it.
I hope everyone had a fantastic Thanksgiving. After being on this planet for as long as I have, I don’t remember every Thanksgiving, but I am thankful for every one of them.
Last week we started talking about how much fun it was to live in Hydetown in the 1800’s. People were busy moving timber and barrels by barge down Little Oil Creek, Oil Creek and down the Allegheny River to Pittsburgh.
As I stand on the bridge in Hydetown, I look up and down Thompson Run. I stand there and try to imagine what it must have been like with traffic on the creek — Barges!
I was watching the young lady that mows my lawn and it got me to thinking way, way back. I’ll never forget when I asked my Dad when I was going to be big enough to start mowing the lawn.
I’ve always tried to keep my column as lighthearted as I possibly can and I really try not to talk politics. But, I look around and see the big mess this world is. It’s not only our country!
I never thought I’d hear myself say this but drought conditions dn’t sound so bad right now. I haven’t heard one person complaining about the water table being low. It definitely has put down a lot of rain the past two weeks.
Those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer! Cousin Ralph and I couldn’t wait for summer, so we could put the super shine on our cars. There was nothing like sunshine and warm weather to inspire a fella!
Here we are in June 2021. It doesn’t seem possible as another graduating class gets ready to walk through the sacred halls of good old Titusville High School for the last time.
It’s hard to believe that it’s almost June already. It seems like we just had snow a couple of weeks ago! What crazy, crazy weather patterns over the past year. Then on top of that, we see violence in our country and around the world and we have people crying out, “The end is near!”
After the tragic accident on Thanksgiving Day 1939, Gramps couldn’t stand being away from his family to go to work. So, Gramps made a big decision and quit his job at the Oil City Derrick. He decided that he would take over the operation of Junior’s Esso Station and that way he would be righ…
After World War I was over, Grandpa Sterling and my grandmother moved to Mercer for a while. They eventually moved back to good old Hydetown and their family.
Willis Ridgway sold the rights to the liniment to some fella from Ohio. That’s what my grandmother told me. She said that eventually the FDA shut everything down after they moved out on the Fieldmore Hill.
Samuel Ridgway is dead and buried in the cemetary in Hydetown. His son-in-law, S.E. Nason, continued running the Ridgway Sanitarium until the summer of 1903, when he leased it to a couple from Cleveland, Ohio.
Don’t forget tomorrow the Hydetown Volunteer Fire Department will be having a scalloped potatoes and ham drive thru. This event will be from 11 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Those who are going to be in church had better hope that your pastor doesn’t have one of those long boring sermons like I have pla…
Well, here we are moving into “Septober” already and it won’t be long before Hydetown transforms into a reddish-orange leaf factory. It’s a beautiful time of the year with all the fall colors and I love pumpkin candles and pumpkin coffee!