Tuesday, August 31, 2010


THE MT. HOPE AUCTION is bustling with its weekly activity (top) while a young Amish father and his children (below) are pictured behind their family vehicle—the horse drawn variety, one of countless others in this bucolic setting.

A DAY TRIP TO AMISH COUNTRY--

Here’s a spiffy idea for an easy day’s road-trip. Glide the family chariot to Kidron, OH and take a peek at Lehman’s Hardware and their amazingly enlarged emporium stuffed with goodies to support a relaxed and environmentally friendly life-style.

Kidron is just a chip shot east of Apple Creek between US routes 30 and 250.

Sue and I met friends Dave and Cathy Richardson there for a mid-morning tour then headed south for Mt. Hope and their weekly, Amish auction.

The road in front of Lehman’s drops south, crosses US 250 and wyes into SR 241 straight to Mt. Hope. Their auction is held every Wednesday. There you will find a delightful auction barn where livestock is sold at warp speed.

The barn area is surrounded by a flea-market of seasonal produce and enough other goodies to satisfy everyone’s urge to consume—something.

The county road on the east side of the auction facility is CR 77 and drops straight south to a stop light at US 62 where a right turn will deposit you in Berlin; the shopping Mecca smack dab in the center of the largest Amish community in the US.

From Berlin we meandered south then west on pastoral country roads through a half dozen or so rural miles of Amish countryside to the Millersburg Hotel, a charmingly restored facility from that time long past.

It’s been there since before Mr. Lincoln was president.

Their dining tavern is a great place to soothe one's aging bones as a marvelous day with good friends dissolves into one of life's nice memories.

From the front door of the hotel, point the family chariot west. You will be on SR 39, less than 40 miles from Mansfield.

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http://www.lehmans.com/
http://www.mthopeauction.com/
http://www.ohioamishcountry.com/
http://www.hotelmillersburg.com/

Monday, August 30, 2010


GYPSIE (lower left above)...


...and her best friends Dick and Jan Shafer prepare our evening’s campfire at their hide-away digs, Lake Timberlin, in southern Richland County where Sue and I recently enjoyed the shake-down cruise in our camper.

It was one of those evenings that end all too quickly in the warm fellowship of treasured friends.

Our camper is now scheduled for our three-day, four-night adventure of square dance camping over Labor Day in eastern Ohio.

After that it likely will experience a short hibernation before it rolls with us for our first-ever snowbird experience in central Florida with non-other than--

--Gypsie and her friends.

Life is good!

Saturday, August 28, 2010


Mike Cecil (above) from the Richland County Engineer’s office does some record keeping work at the site of the US Geodetic Service monument along Lexington-Ontario Road which is in close proximity to the county’s highest elevation.

AND, OUR COUNTY’S
HIGHEST ELEVATION IS--

...Well, this story began when I overheard two guys debating the location of the highest point in Richland County.

One was vehement in his assertion it was the top of Mt. Jeez near Malabar Farm. The other was arguing for the Mansfield airport’s lofty elevation.

Both were wrong.

I stayed silent in their private debate—but, could remember that site being just a chip shot southwest of Twin Lake’s Golf Course in county maps from the early 80s when I was a commissioner.

That elevation was then set at 1,505 feet above sea level.

My search for current data led me to Mike Cecil a long-time friend who serves as a project manager in the Richland County Engineer’s office.

...and I learned, using modern tools and technology of the survey trade, that site has now been measured to be in a young orchard on the west side of Lexington-Ontario Rd., just a wee bit north of the entrance to Apple Hill Orchard.

It is located there within the 1511 foot contour interval on the county’s topographical map.

There is a US Coast and Geodetic Survey monument on the east side of Lex-Ontario Road just north of the orchard’s parking area with an elevation measured at a very precise1,509.97 feet.

I found a comparison of these numbers to be both a testament to more modern GPS technology and a salute to the high accuracy of older measuring techniques.

Prior to a site visit with Mike he introduced me to Kevin Payne a deputy engineer and chief surveyor in the engineer’s office. We had a delightfully, technical discussion on how such elevations are determined these days.

My head tingled as I sought to understand phrases such as: derived deflections, or, horizontal coordinates being established by classical geodetic methods.

Kevin and Mike talked of orthometric heights and LaPlace’s Equation like ordinary folks would discuss a pizza order.

Today’s accuracy of survey-type measuring techniques is down to ¼ inch horizontally and 1/10 of a foot vertically.

In that nicely rambling discussion I also learned the lowest elevation in the county is on the south side of Base Line Rd., west of Plymouth and near the Crawford County line. It is in a creek ravine at an elevation of 940 feet above sea level.

During my visit I also had a nice chat with another old friend and engineer Jim Lichtenwalter and, in discussing county watersheds learned there is a mere 8 feet of fall along the Black Fork River from Shelby to Charles Mill Lake.

There is more fall than that in a creek that crosses the narrow dimension of my 9 acres in the hills northeast of Bellville.  No wonder that area up there is prone to flooding.  But, that is another story.

As we wrapped up work at the site of the highest elevation, Mike chuckled as he explained his red and white striped steel pole (visible in the top photo), once a fundamental tool of the survey trade, was known as a range rod used for tangent alignment—and shaking the bushes for snakes.

“These days I mostly use it like a cane; to help me get up from ground level work,” he quipped.

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By the way, the elevation of Mt. Jeez is a mere 1,295 feet and the official elevation of the Mansfield airport is 1,297 feet.

The highest elevation in Ohio is 1,549 feet—just east of Bellefontaine.


The Old Timers in the photo above are a survey crew, thought to be from the early 20th century. In those days they had members assigned as the foreman, instrument men, chain men, and axe men for clearing sight lines. Today it is not inconceivable that one man with modern equipment could accomplish the same task. That’s Mike and Kevin working behind the photo in the county engineer’s office.

Thursday, August 26, 2010


A PEEK AT RICHLAND COUNTY’S
HIGHEST ELEVATION--

Above is the top of a US Coast and Geodetic Survey monument located along Lexington Ontario Road south of Noblet Road in Springfield Township. It is one of several hundred in the county and they record a precise location or elevation used by engineers, surveyors, mapmakers, etc.

Saturday, Fogeyisms will visit this monument as part of our story dealing with the highest elevation in our county. This monument was established in 1959 to identify this location, which just happens to be close to the highest elevation known. We hope you will come along and enjoy our exploration.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010


GOOD GRIEF!

The end of summer is near

We took advantage of one of the last days of summer vacation for Sue’s grand daughter Mackenna recently with a game of miniature golf at the very nice Dutch Heritage Restaurant facility on SR 97 near Bellville.

This facility is laced with running streams of water with a waterfalls splashing over the tunnel on the “fairway” of the sixth hole.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

ONE OF LIFE’S TREASURES--

Life surprises you with a nice gift once in awhile.

Mine showed up one recent evening when eight square dancing friends accepted an invitation to be the entertainment at the annual picnic of the local Multiple Sclerosis support group.

I gave a silent prayer of thanks for my gift of good health as we assembled for a picnic-style covered dish feed in the presence of these folks; some family or friends, and some afflicted with this horrible disease—many already confined to wheelchairs.

We did our dances to a chorus of smiles from that appreciative audience.

Soon our square was half populated by MS victims as our invited dance partners, whirling to our caller’s musical chant; they with not quite polished dance moves but with more than abundant energy and rousing enthusiasm.

I was beaming inside as the magic of that moment unfolded.

Then, to my amazement, three fellows in wheel chairs accepted our invitation to dance and partnered with our ladies while our male dancers stepped behind the chairs to provide helpful propulsion.

And, away we went with the new “couples” wiggling and giggling in the real dance move of “Forward and Back”.

That quickly morphed into learning—and doing, more or less,—the Allemande Left. ...which led to the “Right and Left Grand,” a circling move where the ladies go one way and the fellows go the opposite while weaving among each other.

Even the confusion of inexperience was hilarious. The smiles were electrifying.

The crushing burden of the affliction was gone! ...at least for those shining moments.

A rowdy celebration of gentle high-fives followed the last musical note and my heart was rattled when a beaming and wheelchair confined victim, John Precup, thanked me for being his engine.

...a gift I will long treasure.

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Our dancers:  George and Judy Osborne, Frank and Bernie Phillips, Butch and Betty Hoke, Sue Brooks and Terry Wolf.  Our caller:  Brian Fellows.

Monday, August 23, 2010

MY HYPOTHESIS—

Today’s standard of excellence is mediocrity.

Four of us stopped into Buck’s Restaurant in Lexington for dinner Saturday and were ushered to the booth in the southeast corner of the dining room.

When Sue slipped into her seat I heard a mild squawk as I shed my rain jacket and eased toward the seat beside her.

Have you ever started to sit down only to feel mild terror as your behind fell far past where you expected it to land?

I thought my chin was going to smack the table top.

After my very ungraceful arrival, I had to look up at an angle about like watching an air show to see my companion across the table.

I do not know what the problem was with that seat—but it was almost dangerous. And, the waitress’s restrained smile suggested the problem was commonly known to the staff as she quickly granted our request to be seated elsewhere.

Shame on you Bucks.

Sometimes fancied as Lexington’s most trendy joint, you should be able to afford safe furniture.