Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state ...
Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state (except Hawaii and Maine), there is no place like home! I love taking pictures of old and unusual things and sharing them. There is beauty in everything, if we look for it. I have three Facebook pages filled with local pictures that may be of interest: “Where Has Danny Been,” Chillicothe Now,” and “Danny Batson”.
Hi, I am Gary Thomas and I was born just across from Central School in 1942. I graduated from CHS in 1960 and MU in 1964. After two years in Army, I completed a graduate degree at the University of Chicago in 1970. After working in software development for more than 40 years, I retired from Raytheon in 2007. I have an abiding interest in history and in researching past events, places, and people. My latest project is developing a history-based chronology for Livingston County from 1801-2000.
When winter came to my childhood town of Chillicothe, it brought lots of snow. There were lots of hills to slide down where we lived at 24 S. Washington by the viaduct. I remember making sled runs from the highway all the way to the railroad tracks.
Our sleds didn't last to long for us, as we were daredevils and we had three big trees in the yard. Fortunately, my children got to make the same runs as they were growing up. They even talked their Grandma into going with them. I still have the home movie on that one.
Whenever the sledding was done, there was always time for snowball fights. At the corner of Graves and Leeper Streets was an empty lot, it was owned by the George Trager Welding Shop. It was the neighborhood playground for the Dickersons, Sizemores, Hardings and me, the lone Knouse at that time.
In winter, we would divide into teams and build snow forts. We could really pack those snowballs tight just to tear the opponents forts down. And yes, they hurt when they hit you. The littlest ones always got mad and went home crying. I won't say who because after 50 years it still might hurt feelings. Ha Ha. The wet socks and cold feet, the frozen fingers with socks for gloves, pants soaked to the underwear, we would hurry home when done to dry out.
That was when we knew what warmth was. My adventures of playing in the snow as a child are just memories today, but as I watch others I feel the excitement again. I say that lightly because I still throw snowballs, I still sled ride and build snowmen. I just don't build forts, I clear the sidewalks and driveways now.
I don't want to lose that child inside me. I do hope he's still there at 100, if I reach that age.