While we are on hiatus from the road, I went back and read over the blog entries I had written since September, and I realized that, like the Muppet Forgetful Jones, there were a few things I forgot to include in my blog entries. Or at least some things I could have mentioned about our adventures but didn’t, for whatever reason. So I thought I’d go back and add a few items of interest (I hope).
Starting at the very beginning, we had to vacate the newly sold house
on Covedale Avenue before we were quite ready to leave town.
We stayed overnight nearby at my sister and brother-in-law’s house that first
night, thinking we could deal with everything we needed to at the storage place
and then get on the road the next day. Wrong. So we stayed overnight at a hotel on the west
side of town, which was surprisingly booked up for a Wednesday night in
September. It turned out that it was the hotel being used for evacuees from a
toxic train derailment in Cleves, Ohio. It was in the news at the time; a rail
car heading for the INEOS ABS plastics plant on the river in Addyston overturned near
the bridge over the Great Miami in Cleves, and residents nearby had to leave
because of the risk from the chemicals.
We left town heading for New England the next day, leaving
the evacuees behind at the Holiday Inn Express on Rybold Road, but over the next few months we sometimes saw some news
about the consequences of the derailment. The company that currently operates
the plant seem to be planning to close it down, and unlike the transition from
Monsanto to Bayer and Bayer to INEOS ABS, it doesn’t look like another company
will take over the site. Which may means curtains for the town of Addyston,
which was originally founded in 1891 as a company town for a pipe foundry owned
by Matthew Addy, who named the town after himself. It’s even on the National
Register of Historic Places as an extant example of a planned factory town,
providing housing and services nearby for the workers at the plant.
With the plant closing, however, the town of Addyston, which
had already contracted out its fire department quite awhile ago, and had
recently even closed its police department, well know for speed traps, now
faces the almost impossible task of functioning as an independent town with a
lot less tax revenue. Currently there are talks with Cleves and the city of
Cincinnati about whether Addyston will become part of one of those
municipalities.
On to New England, in particular Falmouth, Massachusetts, at
the base of Cape Cod. As on Martha’s Vineyard, the town of Falmouth is actually
a fairly large area with some distinct villages within it, which are referred
to as “census-designated places in the town of Falmouth.” One that struck my
fancy was Teaticket, which sounds like something colonists might have needed to
purchase hot beverages, hence leading to the Boston Tea Party. But no, the name
had nothing to do with that. Although now it’s the place to find a Staples
store and the Stop-and-Shop grocery store, Teaticket comes from the Wampagnoag
word Tataket, or “main tidal stream.”
Woods Hole is another census-designated place in the town
of Falmouth; it’s also the location of the famous Woods Hole Oceanographic
Institute, and the western terminus of the Massachusetts Steamship Authority’s
ferry service to Martha’s Vineyard and Nantucket. It was originally a whaling
station, and the term “hole” in the name refers to it being a cove or small
harbor—a sheltered place for ships to dock. Across the sound on Martha’s
Vineyard, the ferry pulls in at Vineyard Haven, which was formerly called
Holmes Hole.

Woods Hole, Massachusetts, harbor and Oceanographic Institute
Photo from Wikipedia; photographer Pam Wilmot
One more forgotten note about our stay on the Vineyard. I mentioned that we saw the general area where James Cagney had a home, on North Road in Chilmark. One friend of his, the painter Thomas Hart Benton, visited frequently and painted many area residents. Below is Benton’s portrait of Frank (Franklin Pierce) Flanders, a not-so-distant relative—a cousin of Mike’s grandfather.
Frank Flanders was the postmaster of the Menemsha Post
Office, which was also featured in an illustration by Steve Dohanos that
appeared on the cover of the August 1950 issue of The Saturday Evening Post.
That’s some of the things I forgot to mention from the earliest part of our road-tripping. If I think of anything else from the later part, I may write another Forgetful Jones entry before we get back on the road again.






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