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Tales from the Negatives: Majorette Found in Middlebranch…

21 Friday Feb 2020

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On January 2nd of this year a donor brought into our Library a large box of negatives from a photographer that operated in Canton, Ohio in the nineteen fifties.  The donor told me his father was the photographer and the photography business was finished before he was born.  Victory Chapman was a wedding photographer and we now have hundreds of negatives of weddings that happened in Stark County during the 1950’s. This week I decided to unpack the box and see what I really had in this archive.  

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One of the Kodak boxes was marked Middlebranch High School Majorettes taken October 13, 1956.  Wanting to know more about these photographs from Plain Township I asked one of our volunteers in the library if he knew anything about them and he suggested I talk to another one of our volunteers who knows some history of Middlebranch High School.  This volunteer suggested I speak to Connie Blinn and went on to say because of the time these photographs were taken Connie may even be one of the majorettes. Taking a closer look at the carefully packaged negatives of each group of photographs of majorettes I discovered Connie Pavey whose married name is Blinn.

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Where do you go in Stark County to pose for pictures?  The “Monument!” Connie graduated in 1957 making this photography session the fall of her senior year.

Connie Pavey October 13, 1956

Connie Pavey October 13, 1956

Judy Pocock who volunteers in our library and is a longtime friend and was a year behind Connie at Middlebranch called her to let her know.  Connie subsequently visited our library and viewed four photographs that Victory Chapman had taken of her at the McKinley National Memorial.   She brought with her a framed photograph in color of one of the poses. Connie was thrilled with what we found in our archives and she told us how fun it was to come and see a bit of her history.  Thank you Connie for making our work fun too.

(2) February 21 2020 L-R Judy Cloud Pocock Connie Pavey Blinn

Volunteer, Judy Cloud Pocock & Connie Pavey Blinn

 

(10) October 10 1956 Middlebranch High School Maojorettes Connie Pavey Blinn

Connie Pavey Blinn

On Visiting the Monument (Installment 1)

14 Thursday Sep 2017

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The following is a personal account of the first visit of the writer in 1965 to the McKinley National Memorial in Canton, Ohio

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On Visiting the Monument (Installment 1):

My first visit to the McKinley National Memorial – a site that we as Massillonians had always just called, “the monument,” most likely came at the invitation of my first grade school- and Cub Scout-pal, Robert.

One fine June morning , just as our summer vacation was getting underway, Robert and his mother drove up in front of our house in their trusty blue Chevy.  Mom and I were out directly and got situated in the car – moms in front, kids in back.  A picnic lunch for four that mom had made the night before was folded neatly in waxed paper and packed in a basket with our drinks wrapped with equal care in aluminum foil so they’d stay cold, rested on the seat between Robert and me.  The moms both wore white “cat’s eye” rimmed style sunglasses to protect their eyes from the glare of the mid-morning sun.  Rob and I were men.  We didn’t need no glasses.

Driving from Massillon to Canton, we covered the eight mile trip in mere minutes.  As we rode the then familiar landmarks along Lincoln Way West and West Tuscarawas Street passed before us:  Lambrou’s Chicken Chateau, Brady’s Pink Cottage Restaurant and Stark Drive-In; ahead on the left, the orange roofline of Howard Johnson’s, Milk Maid Candies, the Ohio Bell Telephone Terminal Center and The Sachsenheim Club, Stemco’s, The Red Coachman, the Town & Country Buffet and little F’n E Dairy.  Construction was near finishing on the new St. Joan of Arc Church, then came Central Catholic High School, Kling Motors, The Dog House, McDonald’s Golden Arches, the Robert Hall Store and PDQ on the left, Laughlin Motors on the right; there’s Fishers and Country Fair Shopping Center.  Across the street on the south side of the block, the new Mellet Mall was getting signage in place on the wall of the huge new Penny’s store soon to open and in a few more blocks there was Heggy’s Nut Shoppe. A little farther on the left, there’s Schrock’s Hobbies and the bell tower of St. Joseph’s Church, Shopper’s Fair on the right and finally, there ahead on the right, the golden dome of First Baptist Church and just beyond, venerable Mother Goose Land.  We turned left off of West Tusc and entered the edge of the park but still at that point, the whole sweep of the monument itself was hidden from view.

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We drove in heart-pounding silence up the right-hand side of the tree-lined boulevard where once, “The Long Water” formed the blade and tip of a figurative sword.  Just a little further and there at last was the monument!  First the motor court then the tiers of steps drew our eyes up to the bronze doors and the glistening white dome.  Big as it was, you almost had to refocus to capture the bronze statue of the president standing centered at a point about half way between the first step and the top step.  As I leaned over on Robert’s side of the seat to look out of the open window, the view took my breath away!  His mom brought the car to a stop in a parking space as he and I stared out the back window.  Before we left the car the moms, speaking almost in a whisper, reminded us that this was supposed to be a quiet and respectful place – like church.  Once outside the car, I still wasn’t sure of myself and I held my mom’s hand.  I remember being just caught up in the moment – dare I say, the majesty of the place – the glaring white granite, the brilliant blue of a cloudless late spring sky, the deep green of the grass and the leaves on the trees – and the silence; respectful, awesome and still.  Everybody’s mom must have had that talk in the car that morning because except for maybe the click of a camera shutter or the occasional robin or cardinal trill, there was no sound.  The American and Ohio state flags fluttered on their halyards but never scratched against the masts.  Busy West Tusc was just a few blocks away but not a sound intruded on that setting.  It seemed holy.  Then a little voice from someone who, in their own excitement, forgot the whispered reminder from their mom in the car, turned and hollered merrily from the top-most step, “One hundred and eight!”

The steps had a bit of an irregular stride so it took a few to get our climbing rhythm but it was quickly mastered and we were on our way up and up, “44,45,46…” a quick look back down to reckon how high we’d climbed and get a closer look at the statue.  “68,69,70…” gettin’ kinda sweaty; “106, 107, 108!”  We first turned to look behind us as we were standing above the tops of the trees and could see clear into downtown Canton.  The bell tower of St. Joseph’s on our right at about 2 o’clock; the fifth floor dome of Central Catholic much farther out at about 1 o’clock; directly ahead and to the left, the panorama of skyscrapers, church steeples, smoke stacks and signal towers that was the pulse of Stark County.

Now composed and reverent again, we turned to step inside.

Only one of the bronze doors was open and it was, it seemed, only open a crack but each of us entered with room to spare.  In the cool, quite stillness, taking a few seconds for my eyes to adjust, I remember making the sign of the cross and looking for a holy water fount – so very church-like was the atmosphere.   Gathered on the floor were several of the wreaths still on display from the Decoration Day program held just a few weeks before.  And there at last lying side by side in a very tall granite vault were the two McKinley’s.  Their daughters, the sign read, had been interred in the walls.  Looking up into the arch of the dome I noticed that there were flood lights shining on the vault that wasn’t black as I’d thought but instead a deep green.  This seemed an almost surreal spot, so cool and clean and quiet; right on the edge of a busy downtown but almost unaware of the hustle and bustle going on all around it.  Time suspended itself for those several minutes we spent inside reading and imagining and taking history by the hand.

Michael J. Bachtel Guest Blogger

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