Well, it's finally here! Today is the day you can make a change and make a difference. While things get a little heated in this forum, the common goal of those postings has always been to inform the readers. You hear all sides to the issues. Sometimes it is clean and sometimes it gets a little ugly. But the bottom line is that the posters share a common passion ?– to make a difference.
In what I feel should be my last posting, I would like to give you a little history about how SBH came about. I received a notice in the mail about a proposed annexation and rezoning very close to my house. It involved an area where my kids play and conduct their ?“adventures?”. Growing up in a rural area, I was blessed to have the great outdoors and all it offered as my ?“kingdom?”. The years of playing in the hills and woods gave me what I feel was balance and a constant amazement, appreciation and passion for preservation of those hills and woods. I can remember so few times that we were stuck indoors, regardless of the weather, that they are too few to mention. We hiked, hunted, fished, and climbed trees, built forts and tree houses. We rode snowmobiles, motorcycles and anything else with a motor and a way to steer through the hills and valleys. We camped out for days on end through the summers and felt protected by the wilderness. We could be gone from sunup to sundown without our parents worrying about where we were or if we were safe. We were always in the woods, up the hill or down by the river. We were always having fun. Yeah, yeah, I know ?– Pollyanna lives, but this is the way it was.
Times change, you grow up and you move on. One thing that never changes is your appreciation of where you came from. Somehow, after many moves around the country, I ended up in Pickerington. I was fortunate enough to get a decent job, found a wonderful person to spend my life with and have the greatest kids that anyone could ask for. Life in Pickerington is very different than where I came from. There are few opportunities to explore the woods. There are few hills to climb. I slowly became a suburbanite. However, there was a little patch of woods a ways out behind the house and when the kids got old enough, I began taking them out there to show them things that they wouldn?’t learn in school. I showed them deer and how to track them and find their beds. I showed them how to catch fish with their hands and I showed them how to care for the woods.
Soon enough, some land near where we are was annexed and rezoned. I thought that with the many mature trees throughout the area, it would make a real nice setting for the houses. I left for work one morning and they were just starting to bring in the excavating equipment. When I got home, they had clear cut the entire area! Acres and acres of trees that had to be 50 years old or more were gone. There was nothing left but piles of debris.
Fast-forward to the notice about annexing and rezoning the area much closer to my house. The very area where I was beginning to share a little piece of my childhood with my children. I went to the meeting. There weren?’t too many people in attendance on that issue. Apparently the athletic boosters were planning a mass student attendance on another issue more interesting to the citizens of Pickerington than just another annexation and rezoning. Well, those of you who are frequent readers of this forum know the rest so I won?’t repeat it here. Suffice it to say that the two of us that dared to speak out against their proposals were treated rudely, unprofessionally, and for the most part, like we weren?’t even there. This was my first exposure to the Mayor, the City Manager and their minions. They left a lasting impression.
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By Soap Box Hero
In what I feel should be my last posting, I would like to give you a little history about how SBH came about. I received a notice in the mail about a proposed annexation and rezoning very close to my house. It involved an area where my kids play and conduct their ?“adventures?”. Growing up in a rural area, I was blessed to have the great outdoors and all it offered as my ?“kingdom?”. The years of playing in the hills and woods gave me what I feel was balance and a constant amazement, appreciation and passion for preservation of those hills and woods. I can remember so few times that we were stuck indoors, regardless of the weather, that they are too few to mention. We hiked, hunted, fished, and climbed trees, built forts and tree houses. We rode snowmobiles, motorcycles and anything else with a motor and a way to steer through the hills and valleys. We camped out for days on end through the summers and felt protected by the wilderness. We could be gone from sunup to sundown without our parents worrying about where we were or if we were safe. We were always in the woods, up the hill or down by the river. We were always having fun. Yeah, yeah, I know ?– Pollyanna lives, but this is the way it was.
Times change, you grow up and you move on. One thing that never changes is your appreciation of where you came from. Somehow, after many moves around the country, I ended up in Pickerington. I was fortunate enough to get a decent job, found a wonderful person to spend my life with and have the greatest kids that anyone could ask for. Life in Pickerington is very different than where I came from. There are few opportunities to explore the woods. There are few hills to climb. I slowly became a suburbanite. However, there was a little patch of woods a ways out behind the house and when the kids got old enough, I began taking them out there to show them things that they wouldn?’t learn in school. I showed them deer and how to track them and find their beds. I showed them how to catch fish with their hands and I showed them how to care for the woods.
Soon enough, some land near where we are was annexed and rezoned. I thought that with the many mature trees throughout the area, it would make a real nice setting for the houses. I left for work one morning and they were just starting to bring in the excavating equipment. When I got home, they had clear cut the entire area! Acres and acres of trees that had to be 50 years old or more were gone. There was nothing left but piles of debris.
Fast-forward to the notice about annexing and rezoning the area much closer to my house. The very area where I was beginning to share a little piece of my childhood with my children. I went to the meeting. There weren?’t too many people in attendance on that issue. Apparently the athletic boosters were planning a mass student attendance on another issue more interesting to the citizens of Pickerington than just another annexation and rezoning. Well, those of you who are frequent readers of this forum know the rest so I won?’t repeat it here. Suffice it to say that the two of us that dared to speak out against their proposals were treated rudely, unprofessionally, and for the most part, like we weren?’t even there. This was my first exposure to the Mayor, the City Manager and their minions. They left a lasting impression.
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By Soap Box Hero