Memories of places in the town I grew up in

By Jnana Hodson on July 30, 2024

I've mentioned a few others, such as the art museum, in other posts here. Now, to add a few more, in no particular order. Again, I'm looking at Greater Dayton rather than strictly inside the city limits.

NCR: The National Cash Register Company's world headquarters looked more like an open college campus with linden trees and pristine lawns than an industrial jumble behind barbed wire and hurricane fencing. It even had a fine auditorium and pipe organ, used for its gatherings of salesmen but also the concerts of the Civic Music Association – I heard a number of famed musicians there. And I was awarded my Eagle Scout badge and later my high school diploma on its stage. And, oh yes, I can't overlook Old River, the employee park with the lagoon and boating, a fine miniature golf course, and a huge outdoor swimming pool – when one of my buddies whose father worked at NCR and thus had a pass to the park asked if I wanted to go, there was only one possible answer. Please!
The corner display windows at Rikes department store: The pioneering retailer was the place to shop in town, and anytime we took the bus, say to the library or a movie, we'd wind up checking the latest display – especially at Christmas. During my senior year, some of my art work was used in the background of the featured fashion.
The YMCA: I learned to swim at the indoor pool and sometimes applied my allowance to a grilled cheese sandwich later, over on the men's side. And then, little kid that I was, I enjoyed the freedom of taking the bus home on my own.
Frigidaire employee park: Thanks to my best friend's father's employee pass, we spent many summer nights enjoying free Starlight movies. My dad worked for another General Motors division in town, one that had no such benefits.
Troop trails: My Boy Scout troop had a long hike one Sunday a month, in addition to a primitive camping weekend. Our routes often followed a river or crossed farmlands or even trekked along railroad tracks. I remember especially a few that traced the abandoned Miami-Erie Canal with its mule bank and its eerie remains of limestone locks left in vines and trees.
Suicide Hill: A decent snowfall (quite modest by what I've experienced since) meant sledding at Hills and Dales Park. How insignificant the slope looks now, but there were some serious injuries. I had a near call.
Memorial Hall: It really wasn't designed for concerts, but it's where the Philharmonic performed, and since my dad had access to tickets, I heard many top soloists. Hard to believe now, actually.
Our big ugly high school: built in the 1960s and long since torn down. In my memory, I recall it more than the older but equally ugly elementary school.
Yellow Springs: Once I got my driver's license, the bohemian town in Greene County, home of Antioch College, became a welcome retreat. Its funky stores, before funky was a word in my consciousness, were mind-expanding. Nowhere else could we find Earl Grey or gunpowder tea or sticks of incense or perfumed soaps. Then there was the professional summer theater series at the amphitheater, itself a revelation. By that time, I was in love, at last. And that leads to mention of a covered bridge by moonlight: Yes, making out afterward in the moonlight at a covered bridge that's no longer existent down an unpaved road.
The Art Theater: Where I first saw foreign films, black-and-white alternatives to Hollywood's commercial concoctions. And then there was the Lemon Tree coffee house next door with its folk music and blues.