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Hometown Sad: We need dreamers

Hometown Sad; Part one

Part two; Some History of Rittman IGA

Part three; Where will we go now?

Several years ago I was being interviewed by Rittman City council, as I expressed interest in filling a vacated councilman position. I didn't get it, but then I don't think that I'm the political type. During this interview I was asked what I felt that Rittman needed to attract new businesses. I didn't know then, but now I feel that Rittman, as many towns, need people with dreams.

We have dreamers. For example, I go to church at the South Main Street Church of God. Somewhere around 1970, Wesley Ball saw a building at 261 S. Main Street that previously been used as a gas station and an electrical shop, and visioned a place of worship. His son, Pastor Jeff Ball saw the need for a new building at that site, and the congregation started worshipping there this past June.

Another dreamer is Bruce Trogdon. He and his then future wife started The Chippewa Valley Messenger, the weekly paper that would become The Post, a community paper that has 10 local editions.

Jerry Corp is still another dreamer. He is the general manager of Premier Pontiac. Premier Pontiac moved into their new building on Eastern road last year.

Look around town, you will see hundreds of results of dreams. We need fresh dreams. We need one, or several to come into town and share their dream.

Maybe someone's dream will fill the void that was created when PCA left town.

Perhaps one will see the need for a market in town to serve those who can't leave town. One that will take care of their customers, as IGA tried. One that makes excellent fried chicken(I know, selfish dream). One that makes customers return. One that utilizes the good people of Rittman. Maybe someone who looks at this blog can hope with me that perhaps some company, like F.W. Albrecht Grocery Co., can come in and make a go with an Acme Fresh Market. But then, maybe I'm the one who is dreaming.

Comments

Anonymous said…
What about the national cemetary?
Cliff said…
That's a tricky one. The veterans cemetery isn't really located in town, even though it has a Rittman address. Heck, it's not even in Wayne County.

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