Our Akron Experience


Julie and I lived in Akron for many years, through school and the first years of our marriage.
This page is dedicated to some of the sights and people in our existence there.
It is by no means comprehensive, so if you're offended that you didn't make the list,
let me know and send me a decent photo and I'll put you up.
Fyi, these pictures were taken Sept. 2004 while we were visiting
for Jeff and Amanda Kirk's wedding

 
Nana and Pop-Pop's kitchen.
Kate destroys the recepie stack
Paula Waddell, Kate's great grandmother
Big Jim Waddell, Kate's great grandfather
Steve Chapman met Julie, Kate, and I at Fred's Diner, Breakfast Anytime!  Great, GREAT place...
Kate has not yet learned that though you can pick your friends, and pick your nose, you cannot pick your friend's nose.  Steve was very gracious.
Steve Chapman, Kate, and I outside Fred's Diner
Derrak Ostovic, chillin' in the new office with Kate.  I miss that guy.  I miss that whole office, terribly.
670 E. Buchtel.  I spent a year there with Ostovic, Corbett, Bodo, and some other guy who's name I can't remember, but was from Equador and said "JESUS, you are so crazy" all the time
The 564 Carroll street.  Julie and her girls lived there for several years, and made a lot of memories.  It's the one in the middle.
257 Spicer St. I lived there breifly.  It was a nasty, NASTY house.  Good guys, and I guess the experience of brazen mice and squalor are memories...
Kevin Delaney's old casa in Stow.  He is an amazing man.  This was a good house.
670 Schiller Ave.  My dad and I bought this house in 1998, and owned it until 2003.
The lower apartment entered through the side door, and the upper apartment through the front porch.
Looking from the driveway toward the front and street
The back of the house.  That was a pear tree that gave us a couple good crops before it died.  There were also plum trees in the back yard that I cut down soon after moving there.  Some of you might have gotten my plum jam as a gift that Christmas
The next door neighbor and I put this fence up to stop the indigents from using our yards as a cut through.
The garage should have just been torn down, but my dad and I sided it and rebuilt the roof.  It was a good experience.
The front of the garage.
This was St. Thomas hospital, two blocks south down Schiller Ave. I saw this on a number of occasions: two ER visits for my cyst, blood donations, and 2 ER visits for roommates (John Schaadt's dislocated shoulder and John Bodo's almost cutting his leg off with a chainsaw)

There was a park on the hill overlooking Akron. To the left is the Polymer building from Akron U.  The thing to the right of the Polymer building is the Quaker Oats hotel, which I believe is a Westin now.  You can stay in round rooms that used to be oat storage silos.  And the rest to the right is downtown.  I drove across this bridge every morning to work.  It was also a decent route to run: 2.3 miles, across the bridge and back.
The freakishly large tree that destroyed the sidewalk, but was an amazing testament to God's power in nature.