My family has researched a lot of our ancestry during the past few years. I’ve worked on a project to record, photograph, and map the graves of ancestors. My parents have been a big help with this, and they’ve driven many miles of Ohio and Indiana roads with their GPS to get the exact locations of graves.
My parents visited two more cemeteries in the Cincinnati area about a month ago. With the information they collected there, I’ve updated the map, which is included in this post. (If the plugin doesn’t work properly, try to view the map here.)
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Clarkspot Ancestor Graves in a larger map
For more information on my family’s history, visit my genealogy section.
Scranton’s industrial heritage was a pillar of strength that helped the area boom in the early 20th Century. But with time, the region’s economy changed. It’s difficult to point to one or two events that changed the community from its earlier boom to a recovery that has stretched for decades and remained focused on industrial and manufacturing jobs.
A pair of events in 1959 highlight the change between the early and late 20th Century – changes that had been building in preceding years. These two events weren’t responsible for the economic shift, but they illustrate Scranton’s changing fortunes.
The Knox Mine Disaster (January 22) hastened the end of anthracite mining in the area. The bankruptcy of Scranton Lace (April 3), once one of the most prominent of the region’s laceworks and silk mills, indicated the impending end of another key industry in the region’s economy.
Interested in learning more? Contact the Lackawanna Historical Society to inquire about membership and request a copy of the Spring 2009 edition of The Lackawanna Historical Society Journal.
The Dow is up. So is the number of first-time unemployment filers and the housing foreclosure numbers. Retail sales are down as is the net worth of an American family.
I’m not sure whether this is an economic slowdown, recession, reset, or whatever word you want to call it.
Sure, it’s bad. And every commentator wants to compare it to something: Early 1990s, Early 80s, 70s stagflation, Great Depression, Panic of 1873, etc. There’s no doubt that folks are aware – very aware – that the economy is in a difficult stretch. Not that we’re oblivious to past recessions, but this one has some teeth.
Maybe I’m paying more attention. But maybe there is something to all the talk that this is a turning point that will change how our system works.
I made some decisions to alter my saving and buying habits before everyone started to feel it. I’m looking at our apartment and wondering whether we should opt for a place that has a bit better infrastructure – say at least insulation in the attic. We’ve passed up a few of the kitchen gadgets. We’re paying down debt. We’re seeking our masters degrees. We’re trying to stay ahead of the knowledge economy.
I’m hoping we use the opportunity to make other changes though. Advanced degrees makes us look smarter, but dropping the land line for cell only makes sense. I’d love to back up my computer files to the cloud AND be able to get rid of all the paper I’ve lugged from apartment to apartment. I’d like to reduce our energy bills (and consumption) – through insulation and by monitoring when we run the washer and dryer. I’d like to eat out less and eat healthier at home.
As for the news? One of my colleagues was talking about something else, but could have been talking about this today: This is a great time to keep your head down. Keep busy and don’t look up.
I knew it would happen. Spurred by my time volunteering with the Lackawanna Historical Society and my frustration at the state of the worn house where I live, I did some research on the neighborhood’s history.
I hadn’t delved into the history before because it isn’t the type of neighborhood I see myself settling in. I’m in a temporary residence during a transition in my life. My wife and I are getting established as a couple, and we’re developing a plan for what we want to carve out of our life together. This home is four walls that we’ll spend a few years in. Four walls where we’ll map out plans, prepare for the future, and begin our next steps. We rent a half of a house, and it’s a house to set a future rather than to study the past.
But it isn’t insulated, which is cold in the winter. And the pipes don’t always drain. They need to be replaced. The kitchen linoleum is peeling. The house is painted a horrible pink. But at least it’s faded and peeling. Almost all of the paint will be gone in another year. I don’t know it’s kept in this shape.
So one Saturday not long ago, I visited the historical society and began to search the old street directories and city maps. The house first appears in 1911 as the residence of a bartender. (It isn’t listed in the 1910 census.) There are only a few other houses on the block in the 1918 map. Turns out our neighborhood is Fairview Park, which sounds much nicer than it looks now. Most of the lots along the street are undeveloped lots (Fairview Park Land Company-owned. I wonder where the name comes from…).
The Bellevue Breaker was nearby as were some railyards for the DL&W. “You’re living in the heart of Wales over there. You know that, don’t you,” the society’s director offered after a quick scan of the surnames in 1915 directory.
So before coming inside today, I stood on the front porch shaking against the cold. I looked past the barely-running cars on the street, the deteriorating gutters, the missing shingles, the broken sidewalks, the flaking paint of the surrounding houses. There’s a nice view of South Side down the street. Between the neighbors’ houses, there’s a better view of downtown with the Hill and Green Ridge in the distance. For a few minutes, I could picture a different city, one in its prime while the neighborhood was still young.
