It will probably come as a surprise
to no one that I’ve been thinking a lot about history lately.
There’s a certain irony in the fact
that I started out writing science fiction, mostly set in the future. Of
course, what twelve year old appreciates history? Or eighteen year old? While
I’ve maintained my love for far-flung space stories, my interests have
broadened.
My third published work was a
history of the Albion Fire Department, which I’ve served on for so long that
I’ve actually ridden on all but one of the fire engines the department ever
owned … well, the gasoline powered ones, anyway. Now, the book signing I’m
doing Friday in theory has no direct connection to that book, other than that
I’ll have copies of it there. But things do have a tendency to connect, and
irony has a tendency to be ironic.
You see, we’ll be set up from 4-8
p.m. in the Black Building, which was indeed built at a time when they used to
name buildings. Black is a name I encountered a lot in researching local
history. In fact, it first shows up on page four of Smoky Days and Sleepless Nights, when Black is among a list of ten
businessmen who lost property in one 1867 downtown fire. Not an auspicious
beginning, but Black picked himself up and erected another wooden building …
which burned down in 1879.
I hasten to point out that Albion
didn’t form a fire department until 1888. Those two fires both burned most of a
block on the southeast corner of Albion’s main intersection (for you city
slickers, currently our only stoplight).
J.D. Black learned his lesson, and
on his third try went with brick. It says so, right on page seven. That
building, which may have been constructed the same year as my home (I didn’t
live there then), is the location of Friday’s art show and book signing.
The last mention in the book of the
Black family comes in 1953, when Albion’s volunteer firefighters bought brand
new uniforms, badges and hats from Black’s Mercantile. But south of the Black building,
in the same block that burned twice, Albion’s second, third, and fourth fire
stations would later be built. It’s the fourth firehouse where I started my
career as a volunteer firefighter.
It’s all connected.
A wedding with the Black Building in the background, circa,
oh, a whole long time ago.
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When I worked at John and Mid's Restaurant I used to go up on the 2nd. and 3rd. floors. They were still filled with old antique display cases and dept. store items. It was very cool - the stairs were behind a door inside the men's restroom. So much as changed over 35 years.
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The stairs are still there, but the second floor has been gutted and is open now, and the third floor converted into an apartment.
DeleteMr. Black reminds me of the King of Swamp Castle in Monty Python & The Holy Grail who keeps rebuilding after disasters.
ReplyDeleteHe certainly did show some stubbornness! And to this day there's still a Black on the courthouse square, running an insurance agency.
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