Posts Tagged ‘Ohio’

No surprise that I ran out of writing steam again at the end of the  last trip.  If there’s anyone besides Dick and I reading this, you know I always stop writing (can’t get caught up) and leave us hanging somewhere,  hundreds of miles away from home.

So, quick shots of the ending of the  Spring 2012 trip.


Roscoe Village, Coshocton, OH

A really beautiful, well-preserved canal town.  We were here during an arts/crafts festival, so not a typical day, much busier – but we loved it.  You can walk here from the nearby campgrounds, if you’re RV people, and it’s a beautiful walk.  There are houses and museums to visit, restaurants and shops.  The highlight of the day for me was listening to a Civil War Singer – he was a storyteller as well, and wove fascinating history  into each song.

The next day, we visit James Thurber’s home (Columbus, OH)  in memory of my Dad and his love of the New Yorker and their writers.  E.B. White above all, but Thurber too.  Thurber lived here with his parents, while he went to Ohio State University. The photos are of the typewriter that he used while he was at the New Yorker and the exterior of the home.  Now, on to our current trip – nowhere near here!



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We have these days in the RV life where we drive lots of miles,  and then stay in a kind of crummy  campground. Not that people aren’t nice – it’s just that there isn’t a beautiful, or even particularly pleasant view, let alone a feeling of privacy. Just makes the next one that is special more appreciated.  So, we have one of those days and move on!

McKinley Library, Niles, OH

Next stop is Niles, Ohio, birthplace of President McKinley. Not a lot to see, but a small exhibit in a lovely library.  We walk to the birthplace home down the street, which is closed.  But, it’s always nice to visit a past president on the night of a presidential election debate. We watch the debate at a KOA, with pizza delivery! We had a fire too. And a totally terrifying moment for me.  I’m sitting alone by the fire, in the dark. I hear a rustling in the nearby valley – and something, I have no idea what – rushes up the hill towards me and the fire.  It hits my leg and goes in back of my chair.  It bumps up against the back of my chair, higher and higher.   I’m picturing a skunk, a racoon, something rabid?   I call out to Dick, but in a low voice.  I don’t scream, I think whatever it is might jump up in back of me and bite if I make any loud noise. Dick finally comes out of with a flashlight.  And we see a cat. A rather small grey cat.  And this cat continues to terrorize us at our campsite, bumping and shoving, jumping up onto our laps with his little, sharp claws digging into our flesh, our chairs.  We put out a little plate of hot dog pieces and he/she eats it up but still wants to butt us and knock us over, get on our laps and chairs.  The sad thing is that all having a cat around the campfire did for me, was make me miss Taylor all the more.

McKinley Monument, Canton OH

The next day we drive to Canton and the McKinley Monument, where McKinley and his family are interred, and the McKinley Presidential Library and Museum. It’s a wonderful museum, with a McKinley Gallery – I’m amazed at how little I know about this assassinated U.S.President – a Street of Shops, recreating the late 1800’s, and a lot of interesting Stark county history, from canal building and the civil war to a Timken bearing (as in ball bearing) ride – kind of like a mini Tilt-a-Whirl that I actually get Dick to operate with me! We enjoy the museum for several hours, including a delicious lunch break at the nearby Kennedy barbecue restaurant.  Then, we head back to the same campsite for another fire and another visit from our intrepid feline friend.

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