Somewhere between kindergarten and 1st grade we moved from South Main Street to South Erie Street. The move was still inside the city limits of Delphos but Erie Street was on the other side of the canal from where we had been living. We would now be living in Van Wert County instead of Allen County but still in Delphos.
Erie Street was on the edge of town. All around us were fields of corn, soybeans, and alfalfa. In fact what dad had bought was a corner of a large triangular shaped field. There were houses in front of ours but to the side and rear were wide open fields. There was a small paved road which bisected the field and also made up one side of the triangle. Beyond that the land dropped off gradually then into a tree line. Erie Street made up the second side of the triangle and then another street made up the third side. Nobody lived on the triangle but us.
The house we moved into dad had built with his VA benefits I'm sure. A light brick rambler with a white roof. It had 3 bedrooms, 1 bath, kitchen, dining room, and front room. And then we had a really large family room which is also where the washer, dryer, and freezer were. The windows in the bedrooms were located very high and were long. My brother and I shared one room; my sister had one room, and then my folk’s room. It had a sliding glass door off the kitchen going out the back to a cement slab patio which had a cement sidewalk that went from the patio over to the side of the house where the driveway was. The driveway came up from the street to the side of the house. There was a side door that went into the family room. The driveway was asphalt. We had a front door which also had a cement sidewalk which ran over to the driveway.
I don't remember much about the move other than my brother David and I wound up with a new pair of bunk beds that we didn't have before. I do remember the yard was huge. I mean huge. I know I mowed it most of the time. No one else had one as big as us unless it was a field. We also had a TV antenna mounted on a tower. The tower was very high. How high I have no idea. I would guess maybe 35 to 45 feet. I used to climb it all the time. Good view.
So now I was an official resident of Marbletown. Marbletown was pretty hard to define. There were no signs, nothing on the map, hardly a word about it anywhere. But, nonetheless, it existed. Just like the air we breathe. We can't see it but we know it's there. Everyone in Delphos knew where Marbletown was. When I'd tell people where I lived they'd say "Oh, you live out in Marbletown". I have no idea where it starts or where it ends and I don't think anyone else does either. It is an area of Delphos defined by its location and as far as I know unless you are from Delphos you won't know it exists at all. The only Marbletown listed that I know of is in New York State. Marbletown...what a place to grow up. I wouldn't trade all days I lived in Marbletown for one single tomorrow.
Erie Street was on the edge of town. All around us were fields of corn, soybeans, and alfalfa. In fact what dad had bought was a corner of a large triangular shaped field. There were houses in front of ours but to the side and rear were wide open fields. There was a small paved road which bisected the field and also made up one side of the triangle. Beyond that the land dropped off gradually then into a tree line. Erie Street made up the second side of the triangle and then another street made up the third side. Nobody lived on the triangle but us.
The house we moved into dad had built with his VA benefits I'm sure. A light brick rambler with a white roof. It had 3 bedrooms, 1 bath, kitchen, dining room, and front room. And then we had a really large family room which is also where the washer, dryer, and freezer were. The windows in the bedrooms were located very high and were long. My brother and I shared one room; my sister had one room, and then my folk’s room. It had a sliding glass door off the kitchen going out the back to a cement slab patio which had a cement sidewalk that went from the patio over to the side of the house where the driveway was. The driveway came up from the street to the side of the house. There was a side door that went into the family room. The driveway was asphalt. We had a front door which also had a cement sidewalk which ran over to the driveway.
I don't remember much about the move other than my brother David and I wound up with a new pair of bunk beds that we didn't have before. I do remember the yard was huge. I mean huge. I know I mowed it most of the time. No one else had one as big as us unless it was a field. We also had a TV antenna mounted on a tower. The tower was very high. How high I have no idea. I would guess maybe 35 to 45 feet. I used to climb it all the time. Good view.
So now I was an official resident of Marbletown. Marbletown was pretty hard to define. There were no signs, nothing on the map, hardly a word about it anywhere. But, nonetheless, it existed. Just like the air we breathe. We can't see it but we know it's there. Everyone in Delphos knew where Marbletown was. When I'd tell people where I lived they'd say "Oh, you live out in Marbletown". I have no idea where it starts or where it ends and I don't think anyone else does either. It is an area of Delphos defined by its location and as far as I know unless you are from Delphos you won't know it exists at all. The only Marbletown listed that I know of is in New York State. Marbletown...what a place to grow up. I wouldn't trade all days I lived in Marbletown for one single tomorrow.
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