U of M's Old Fossil

Image: 
U of M's Old Fossil
Description: 

U of M’s old fossil

Rights Held By: 
Ypsilanti Historical Society

How did it get there? The Consolidated B-24 “Liberator” bomber

Published In:
Ypsilanti Gleanings
Original Images:


Author: Fred Thomas

Nowadays an Eby-Brown Company warehouse occupies the northwest corner of East Michigan Avenue and Spencer Lane. The large facility is hard to miss. However, had you passed the same location sometime between 1946 and 1950, what you saw would have left you wondering. Parked in an orchard at this intersection was a huge WWII airplane. Around it a gateless, four foot high, picket snow fence stood guard to keep onlookers from getting too close.

It was a B-24 Liberator bomber. From October 1942 until April 1945 employees at the Ford Motor Company’s Willow Run plant produced 8,865 of them. Each aircraft required 1,225,000 parts to manufacture, at a cost of $297,627. The B-24s proved well worth the time and money. They saved countless lives while bringing hostilities to an earlier conclusion.

With 110 feet of wingspan and 4 monstrous engines facing the highway, the sheer size of this winged behemoth made it impossible to pass without notice. The question was, “How did it get there?”

One evening, late in 1945 several members of a nearby veterans’ group decided to ask the War Department for a dummy bomb to use as a war memorial. The request was denied. Thereafter a member suggested, perhaps in jest, that they ask for a plane instead, and they did. To their surprise, notification soon arrived that they would receive a B-24 to display.

Bomber 139 landed at the Willow Run airport February 26, 1946 for delivery to the Edsel B. Ford American Legion Post 379, located in a log cabin building on the south side of Michigan Avenue opposite the government owned corner property.

After an acceptance ceremony, the retired war bird was taxied to the airfield apron to await transfer to its place of honor. However, the challenge was to figure out how to move it without major difficulty, using a caterpillar tractor hitched to the nose wheel, and a smaller tractor hitched to each side wheel.

After difficulties getting out of the Kaiser-Frazer yard the first day, the slow moving vehicles traveled Ecorse Road west to Ford Boulevard. En route a wing clipped a tree which had to be cut down to clear the way. In addition, highway signs and overhead electric wires were temporarily removed so the plane and its accompanying procession of helpers could pass.

By evening the crew reached Forest Avenue. The next day the movers headed east to Spencer Lane, and the orchard location where the 67 foot long aircraft was positioned among the apple trees.

A ceremony to dedicate the plane was held May 26, 1946. Guests of honor were Mr. and Mrs. Henry Ford. The American Legion post was named in honor of their son Edsel who had died in 1943. In addition, it was Henry Ford’s company that was responsible for the bomber plant. Old 139 had returned to the place where it made its maiden flight, home to Willow Run.

Life for the former sky warrior was not as glorious as it had been flying combat missions overseas. The protective fence was no match for curious folks longing to explore the interior of the aircraft. Over time souvenir hounds picked away once vital parts. Bit by bit neglect increased. No longer did admirers come to recall the valiant service it had performed supporting America’s war efforts. Finally, in 1950, the remaining carcass of the once majestic Liberator was carefully removed by workers from a scrap metal company.

As a pupil at Spencer Elementary School in the late 1940s I often stood and marveled at the giant craft. I recall being saddened when I arrived at the school one day only to find the B-24 gone. For more about old number 139 see pages 78-83 of Marion Wilson’s The Story of Willow Run.

(Fred Thomas moved to Ypsilanti in 1948, graduated from Roosevelt High School in 1958 and then from Eastern Michigan in 1965. He currently lives in Phoenix, Arizona.)


Photo captions:

1. Taken at Willow Run when 139 was transferred to Post 379 (photo courtesy of the Ypsilanti Historical Society)

2. It was a challenge to move 139 from Willow Run to the Edsel B. Ford American Legion Post 379, located in a log cabin building on the south side of Michigan Avenue (photo courtesy of The Story of Willow Run by Marion Wilson - copyright 1956)

3. Guests of honor at the dedication ceremony held May 26, 1946 were Mr. and Mrs. Henry Ford (photo courtesy of The Story of Willow Run by Marion Wilson - copyright 1956)

Cruisin’ Ypsilanti

Published In:
Ypsilanti Gleanings
Original Images:


Author: Fred Thomas

American Graffiti is a 1973 coming-of-age film by George Lucas. The movie is a study of the rock and roll and cruising cultures popular among post WW II baby boomers. Set in Modesto, California in 1962, the film is a nostalgic portrait of teenage life in the early 1960s told in a series of vignettes, featuring the story of a group of teenagers and their adventures within one night.

In the mid 1950s Ypsilanti teenagers cruised and listened to rock and roll music, too, much to the chagrin of their parents. Cruisin’ scenes similar to those in American Graffiti were played out in our town before George Lucas was old enough to drive.

In my opinion, the boom years of the drive-in era in Ypsilanti were 1954-1959 when the streets of our city and adjacent township were alive with cruisers. Few ventured out during the week as school or work demanded their time. However, when the weekend arrived, they hit the roads, hoping to sow wild oats. Local drive-ins attracted those in search of excitement like flowers lure honeybees gathering nectar. And, like bees in flight, carloads told each other which places were buzzin’.

As adolescents my buddies and I could only watch the older kids passing as we stood curbside and longed for the day when our turn would come to join the seemingly unending caravans of cars. Finally I reached the rite of passage. January 22, 1957 was my sixteenth birthday and I got my driver’s license that same day.

One benchmark in life is the day you acquire your first automobile. It signifies the cutting of the apron strings. Adult responsibility now belongs to you. Misuse of the vehicle can spell disaster. However, that thought never enters your mind. All you can visualize is how neat it will be to drive your own car, going wherever you want, whenever you want. Before long I bought my first car, a 1950 Ford. Thus began my regular participation in the ritualistic activity commonly called “cruisin’.”

My ego depended on that car. I could feel my chest swell whenever someone made a complimentary remark about it. Whether arriving at a local high school or a drive-in, the vehicle provided me advance recognition. Friends saw it coming and knew immediately who was driving. What follows is a summary of a typical evening’s cruise in my black Ford.

A Saturday afternoon phone call usually confirmed plans for an evening of drive-in hopping. That called for a meticulous car cleaning at Talbot’s Mobil Service at 2851 E. Michigan Avenue at the corner of Ridge Road. For seventy-five cents you could scrub your own vehicle. A friend pumped gas there, and would often assist me if business was slow.

Next a cleanup at home and a change of clothes was in order. Not to be forgotten was the extra time needed to apply a little dab of Brylcreem to my hair and assign each strand its proper place. In addition, my departures were often delayed as a reinforcing ego demanded I check my appearance in the mirror at least four or five times in order to validate “how cool” I looked!

As prearranged, two or three cohorts would be picked up. Each passenger would throw in a buck for gas. Driving responsibilities rotated from weekend to weekend, depending on the drivability of our respective autos. Immediately a consensus would determine the initial destination on the circuitous cruising route. Often it was Frostop.

Frostop is a name that at its zenith was familiar to millions. In the 1950s, Frostop experienced tremendous growth. The signature brown and yellow, neon lit stands, with their gigantic, revolving root beer mug on top alerted drivers to locations from considerable distances. Reddaway’s Frostop location at 3015 East Michigan Avenue was the township’s easternmost drive-in. Ingress and egress from either Holmes Road or Michigan Avenue made the lot conducive to cruising.

After a root beer float and cute comments to the car hops, we would head west, toward town. The next stop on the Old Chicago Road was Rea’s Drive-In at 1370 East Michigan, owned and operated by Kelsie and Roy Tillman. (See GLEANINGS, winter 2012, page 29 for more about them.) Their barbeques were on our favorites list. We would occasionally stop for one. However, the parking lot was usually full and consequently not easy to maneuver in and out of.

A quick shot across the highway took us into Covey’s Drive-In at the corner of Michigan and Burbank. A slow rolling inspection of the crowd at this curved cafe and we would be on our way, barring any social contacts, of course.

Re-entering Michigan Avenue was precarious due to a 50 mph speed limit. Crossing over to Bill’s Hot Dogs at 1294 East Michigan had to be done quickly and only after two oncoming traffic checks! Bill and Eileen Bristol opened the small curb-service-only stand in 1935 and operated it for many years. The hot dogs were delicious, but parking was all next to the highway and to exit you often had to avoid traffic when backing out. Also, Bill was not happy when cars sat too long and took up space. Besides, Bill’s employed only curb boys and they were not particularly receptive to our offhand remarks. A dog and a beer, and we moved on.

Just west of Bill’s on the north side was Cecil’s Drive-In at 1215 East Michigan. You could not miss the large lighted neon letters spelling out “Cecil’s Good Food” to passers-by. A spacious parking area provided ample room for customers. Inside and outside service was available at all hours. The restaurant was well lighted and inviting with red and yellow leather covered seating and the long, brightly polished stainless steel soda fountain. A Wurlitzer 200- play jukebox blared the latest rock ‘n’ roll songs outside, but was toned down inside. Good food, seeing numerous cool cars, and chances to meet friendly females would bring us back often to loop the busy lot.

Our stays at Cecil’s could last more than an hour. Eventually we made our departure onto US-12 and again headed west. At Ecorse and Michigan a left turn steered us to nearby Stan’s Carfeteria at 62 Ecorse. If the name does not sound familiar, think of the Elias Brothers Big Boy which it became not long after opening. The double-decker Big Boy hamburger and the Slim Jim ham sandwich were only available there. I recall prices being higher. For that reason our routine was to pull through and survey the place for people we knew. If the search was in vain, we exited.

Before turning left onto Ecorse we debated a right turn and a visit to the small Ecorse Drive-In at 161 Emerick, but generally decided to forego it, and head to greener pastures.

Another left hand turn onto Michigan and a right turn onto Prospect Street would lead us to a popular hangout, the Chick In Drive-In at Prospect and Holmes Road. (See GLEANINGS, summer 2009, p.12 and p.22 for the history of this continuing business). Following prolonged conversations with newly met acquaintances, we would head south on Prospect to the next traffic light where we turned right.

Forest Avenue took us to the intersection with Washtenaw where we turned right again (Forest now ends at College Place). Soon we would reach the westernmost drive-in, three hours after leaving Frostop and covering a distance of only about six miles. McNaughton’s, at 1303 Washtenaw was a likely place to meet acquaintances from school who lived within walking distance. This made the extended driving effort worthwhile.

The drive-ins we visited were in no particular sequential order. Where we ventured was often a result of tips other groups had given us. The last loop before heading home was normally through the Chick In or Cecil’s, as they stayed open later. The excitement was over and we were ready to go home.

Take a ride down memory lane
Take a parent or grandparent with you. Begin at the Chick In. Turn left and follow Holmes to the eastern end. Make a right turn. Frostop was at this corner. Head west on Michigan. Rea’s was near the Hana Korean restaurant. Covey’s is now a Roy’s Squeeze In. Bill’s Hot Dogs is now Bill’s Drive-In. Cecil’s burned down in the mid 1960s when it was called Barhops. I am not sure about the status of Stan’s, or the Ecorse Drive-In. McNaughton’s is no longer there. Yes, some of the 1950s drive-ins still exist, and some don’t. But, your parents’ and grandparents’ stories of cruisin’ Ypsilanti still exist in their memories. Ask them to share a few.

[Fred Thomas moved to Ypsilanti in 1948, graduated from Roosevelt High School in 1958 and then from Eastern Michigan in 1965. He currently lives in Phoenix, Arizona.]


Photo captions:

1. The author’s first car that he used for “Cruisin’ Ypsilanti” was a 1950 Ford

2. Reddaway’s Frostop Drive-In at 3015 East Michigan Avenue was a popular stop

3. One of the stops on the Old Chicago Road was Rea’s Drive-In at 1370 East Michigan, owned and operated by Kelsie and Roy Tillman

4. It was easy to see the large lighted neon sign at Cecil’s Drive-In at 1215 East Michigan Avenue. A Wurltzer 200-play jukebox at Cecil’s Drive-In blared the latest rock and roll songs

5. Stan’s Cafeteria at 62 Ecorse became Elias Brothers Big Boy not long after opening. The double-decker Big Boy hamburger and the SlimJim ham sandwich were available only there

Some call it “Y-Town”

Published In:
Ypsilanti Gleanings
Original Images:

Ypsilanti has its sister cities all over the country
During a recent election cycle, Ypsilanti Township saw the appearance of t-shirts with “Y-Town” emblazoned, and why not? We love the uniqueness of our name, even if it’s only the first initial. Some locals contend that only residents are allowed to use its cognomen: Ypsi. All others are condemned to suffer with its exotic quality as we listen to detect a “yip” in its introduction––a clue to help detect interlopers.

Ypsilantians have long been accustomed to friends’ and relatives’ puzzlement at the name of our city. They mispronounce it, misspell it, and often miss the reason for its being named for the hero of the 1829 Greek victory for independence from the Turks.

The misinformed even marvel at the fact that our postal address starts with the exotic letter Y, as if they had never heard of Yale, Youngstown, or Yonkers.

Sure, Yaphank, Yreka, and Yataha may give pause for reflection––since they’re not Greek––but would they be surprised to learn that there are
fifty-six U.S. Post Office addresses that begin with the letter Y? (Alas, nearly half our states–twenty-two–have no post office names beginning with Y.)

York is the most prevalent Y-town among our nation’s Y-addresses. There are thirteen Yorks (-town, -ville,-shire, or -Heights,) and the greatest
concentration is in that state with York in its own name.

We have Indian Y-names and Amish Y-names but only one Greek Y-name, although there are two more Ypsilantis––not big enough to rate their own post office and ZIP code. Eight of the other Y-towns seem to be named for people: Youngstown (two of them) and Youngsville, Yates Center, Yoakum, Yoder, Yanceyville, and Young Harris. So far, no town seems to be named for Old Harris.

Some of the Y-post offices might sound even funnier than Ypsilanti: Yulee, Yataha, Yazoo City, and Yolo sound pretty odd at first but if we lived there we would probably become just as accustomed to it as we have become with our own.

When we run down the list of other American Y-towns, we realize we have a pretty good player in the game.

Thank you, Chief Justice Augustus Woodward; we’ve grown accustomed to the name you placed upon us and gladly carry the hero’s name forward into history.

[VARIOUS SOURCES: A bunch of “Ys Guys” in the Fletcher-White Archives with not enough to do on a cold, winter afternoon. Consider spending more time in the Archives; you never know what you will find there. Hey! Why not?
Roy Rogers used to sing, “Why, oh why did I ever leave Wyoming? Why, oh why did I ever have to go? ‘Cause the sheriff back there’s looking for me high and low...” But Wyoming does not count as a “Y-State.” Sorry.]

SIDEBAR
A E I O U (and sometimes) Y
Why did the character ‘y’ disappear in favor of ‘i’ in English spelling? We notice this when advertisments try to sell something as archaic or old-timey, writing wife as wyfe, for example, or time as tyme.
Thomas Cromwell, 1st Earl of Essex, well illustrates the phenomenon in plain English:
“I amongst other have indured a parlyament which contenwid by the space of xvii hole wekes wher we communyd of warre pease Stryffe contencyon debatte murmure grudge Riches poverte penurye trowth falshode Justyce equyte dicayte opprescyon Magnanymyte actyvyte foce attempraunce Treason murder Felonye consyli … [conciliation] and also how a commune welth myght be ediffyed and a[lso] contenewid within our Realme. Howbeyt in conclusyon we have d[one] as our predecessors have been wont to doo that ys to say, as well we myght and lefte wher we begann.”

Y-town? Well why not?
York AL Yakutat AK Yuma AZ Yellville AK Yolo, Yorba Linda, Yosemite, Yountville, York, Yreka,
Yuba City, Yuculpa, Yucca Valley CA Yataha, Yulee FL Young Harris GA York Valley, Yates City IL
Yorktown IN Yates Center KS Yerkes KY Youngsville LA Yarmouth, York Harbor, York Village, Yellow Springs MD
Yarmouth Park MA Yale, Ypsilanti MI Yazoo City MS Yorkville NJ, Yaphank, Yonkers, Yorkshire,
Yorktown, Yorktown, Heights,Yorkville, Youngstown NY Yadkinville, Yanceyville, Yaupon Beach NC Yellow Springs,
Yorkville, Youngstown OH Yale, Yukon OK Yamhill, Youcala OR Yankton SC Yorkville TN Yoakum, Yorktown TX Yorkshire,
Yorktown VA, Yakima WA, Yoder WY

Mastodon

Image: 
Mastodon
Rights Held By: 
Ypsilanti Historical Society

There Has Always Been Heavy Traffic On Downtown Michigan Avenue

Published In:
Ypsilanti Gleanings
Original Images:




Author: Tom Dodd

We’ve been down this road before

Michigan Avenue
US-12
US -112
Congress Street
The Chicago Road
Military Highway
Sauk Trail
Mastodon Highway

Take another look at downtown Ypsilanti’s Michigan Avenue. Take away the cars and trucks; take away the concrete and asphalt. Let’s even take away what’s left of the Interurban tracks and the paving bricks and get right down to the dirt. Now we can see footprints on the bare earth. The traffic where this thoroughfare crosses the Huron River has been coming through for centuries. Welcome to our Real Main Street.

This road is a path; a very old path
The earliest inhabitants of this Michigan peninsula traveled mostly by water and, for most Native Americans, by birch-bark canoe, along lakes and rivers. Few Indians inhabited the upland, drier portions of land––areas mostly seen while “just passing through.” Light Indian canoes were easily guided through the rivers that kept a regular flow before deforestation took place. These same routes and their portages were later used by the first European travelers.

Once on land, however, paths were created for foot travel. As those paths developed, at least a few were the beginnings of highways like downtown’s Michigan Avenue.

Some early Indian trails are still in place
Sauk Trail, followed roughly the line of present US 12 from Detroit through Ypsilanti and to Lake Michigan through the “smile” of prairie that extended across the bottom of the lower peninsula
Saginaw Trail from Toledo through Saginaw to Mackinac, part of which forms today’s Dixie Highway
Grand River Trail between Detroit and Grand Rapids, now followed by the trunk line US 16
Sault and Green Bay Trail east/west across the upper peninsula, now by US 2 and State Rte. 35

The Sauk Trail ran through Illinois, Indiana and Michigan. From west to east, the trail connected Rock Island on the Mississippi River to the Illinois River near modern Peru, with the trail along the north bank of that river to Joliet, and on to Valparaiso, Indiana. It then ran northeasterly to LaPorte and into southern Michigan through Niles, Three Rivers, and Ypsilanti, ending at the Detroit River. The trail followed a winding path along the ridges of dune and moraines that marked the earlier glacial period Lake Michigan shorelines. European settlers improved the trail into a wagon road and later into modern highways.

There are even older trails
Many will settle for tracing the origin of these roadways back to the Native Americans but some of these ancient paths were here even before that. Sections of the trail followed the southern boundary between he dense forest and the mixed grassland regions. The presence of a mastodon trailway along the same path indicates that humans may have been using a long established game trail.

Every generation of road-builders in history has had to skirt the edges of the great salt marsh between Ypsilanti and Saline. Pittsfield Township’s C. Edward Wall still harbors dreams of installing life-size sculptures of mastodons in that marshy area just east of the City of Saline.

Side roads proliferated
Narrower tributaries from the major trails cut swaths through the prairie that extended across Michigan’s lower peninsula. “An Indian trail was merely a narrow path, about 12 to 18 inches wide, permitting only single-file travel,” noted Dorothy G. Pohl, Director of the Ionia County Road Commission, in her report to the Association of Southern Michigan Road Commissions in 1997. “It was not until the coming of the white settlers, laden with supplies, that the trails were improved. The use of the packhorse was the first step in the process of widening these pathways. Branches and bushes were broken off from each side of the trail and soon it was several feet wide. Later, when settlers flocked to Michigan Territory, bringing their possessions in oxen-drawn wagons, there was a need for even wider roads.”

Henry Schoolcraft, at present-day Michigan City, Indiana in 1820, described the trail, as a “plain horse path, which is considerably traveled by traders, hunters, and others...” and said a stranger could not follow it without the services of a guide because of the numerous side trails. The Sauk Trail intersected many important trails and early roads including the trails to Vincennes, Green Bay, Fort Wayne and north to Little Traverse Bay.

Sections of the Sauk Trail still exist in some form. There is a winding road still called Sauk Trail which runs from Frankfort, Illinois to Dyer, Indiana, passing through Sauk Village, Illinois. Johnson Sauk Trail State Park in western Illinois sits on another section of the trail. Sauk Trail forms the southern boundary of Sauk Trail Woods park. When America’s first national transcontinental highway, the Lincoln Highway, was built, its route through western Indiana followed the roads built over the Sauk Trail.

Treasures found along the paths
Along the many trails, archeologists have identified over 1,000 mounds, 80 enclosures and embankments, 30 so-called ‘garden beds,’ 750 village sites, and 260 burying grounds. Unearthed along the Indian paths are miscellaneous artifacts such as arrowheads, hammers, knives, drills, hoes, spades, pipes, fragments of pottery, and large and small effigies in stone.

The ancient highway in Northwestern Lower Michigan has revealed countless Native American artifacts and campsites. Near Mesick, nearly 50 mounds have been discovered. U.S. Forest Service workers have found 150 circular fire pits near Buckley.

MSU’s Randall Schaetzl has paraphrased from C.M. Davis’ Readings in the Geography of Michigan (1964): “Those who travel its fading lanes often find themselves on a journey that leads them back in time. Faded and worn stone markers remain at certain sections of the trail to point the way down the old highway which has nearly been lost in the pages of time. The evidence that it was also an old stagecoach route is that there are tracks of wagon wheels found along certain parts of the trail. Information available at the Forest Service also states that a silver oxidated cross, which is believed to have belonged to a Jesuit priest, was found at Buckley. A sword and pieces of metal that resembled armor were additional relics obtained at the site. Records indicate that a sword and armor found at the location may possibly have been from the French explorer La Salle, who is known to have visited St. Joseph, Michigan at one time.”

Entire communities of Native American families walked these trails. The paths followed the areas of least resistance and crossed rivers where they were shallowest. When European settlers arrived, many of the trails became stagecoach highways.

Roadways continue to follow the old paths. The Michigan State Highway Department was created by Governor Fred Warner in 1905 and the State Trunkline Act came into play in 1913. Pohl and Brown highlight the 1916 Federal-Aid Road Act, the beginning of snow removal in 1918, gasoline taxes in 1925, and further legislation that created the infrastructure of today’s roadways.

In her report to the Road Commission, Dorothy Pohl’s study (with Norman E. Brown, MDOT Act 51 Administrator) on the history of roads in Michigan goes far beyond early Indian trails. Their study examines farm-to-market routes in 1805, military roads in 1816, early State-sponsored transportation improvements, township road-building in 1817, private turnpike companies, swamp land roads of 1859, and on to the 1880s impact of bicyclists.

Pohl concludes, “Many of us in the road business have heard and used the phrase that the roads just “grew” there. Now we really know what happened!”

The mastodon is our state fossil
The giant mastodon (Mammut americanum) was designated the official state fossil of Michigan in 2002. This magnificent animal disappeared from the Ypsilanti area about 10,000 years ago. One of the most complete mastodon skeletons was discovered near Owosso, and is now displayed at the U of M’s Museum of Natural History. The most intact trail of mastodon footprints (30) has been found along Michigan Avenue west of Saline across from Harry’s Furniture. The campaign to adopt the mastodon as Michigan’s state fossil was led by David P. Thomas, Sr., a geology instructor at Washtenaw Community College.

Mastodon vs. mammoth?
The American mastodon is different from the woolly mammoth. Mastodons had straighter tusks and both the body and head of the mastodon is longer and squatter than the woolly mammoth and its back doesn’t slope like a mammoth’s. Mastodons were about the size of an Asiatic elephant of today, but its ears were smaller than modern elephants. They had thick body hair similar to a mammoth, but mastodon teeth suggest the diet of a browser, not a grazer. The mastodon also lacks the high, peaked knob on the head seen on the woolly mammoth. Mastodons are an older species, originating in Africa 35 million years ago and entering North America about 15 million years ago.

SIDEBAR
“The Calf-Path” by Sam Walter Foss
One day through the primeval wood
A calf walked home as good calves should;
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then three hundred years have fled,
And I infer the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day
By a lone dog that passed that way;
And then a wise bellwether sheep
Pursued the trail o’er vale and steep,
And drew the flock behind him, too,
As good bellwethers always do.
And from that day, o’er hill and glade,
Through those old woods a path was made.
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged and turned and bent about,
And uttered words of righteous wrath
Because ‘twas such a crooked path;
But still they followed — do not laugh –
The first migrations of that calf,
And through this winding wood-way stalked
Because he wobbled when he walked.

This forest path became a lane
That bent and turned and turned again;
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half
They trod the footsteps of that calf.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;
And this, before men were aware,
A city’s crowded thoroughfare.

And soon the central street was this
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.
Each day a hundred thousand rout
Followed this zigzag calf about
And o’er his crooked journey went
The traffic of a continent.
A hundred thousand men were led
By one calf near three centuries dead.

They followed still his crooked way.
And lost one hundred years a day,
For thus such reverence is lent
To well-established precedent.

A moral lesson this might teach
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind
Along the calf-paths of the mind,
And work away from sun to sun
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move;
But how the wise old wood-gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf.
Ah, many things this tale might teach
But I am not ordained to preach.


Photo captions:

1.Mastodon (no caption)

2. Downtown overlay

3. Indian trails of importance to Michigan

4. Major Indian tribes and trails – 1760

5. Mastodon skeletons have been found near Textile and Carpenter Roads and in the gravel pits along Michigan Avenue west of Saline (north of Harry’s Furniture)

6. U of M’s old fossil

7. Paths through tall grass prairies connected the main Indian trails

Ypsilanti Gleanings, Spring 2013

Published In:
Ypsilanti Gleanings
Original Images:

Publisher: Ypsilanti Historical Society

Date: Spring 2013

Get PDF: ypsigleanings/2013-Spring.pdf

In this issue...

* There's always been heavy traffic on downtown's Michigan Avenue, by Tom Dodd
* Y-Town
* Cruisin' Ypsilanti, by Fred Thomas
* MCRR find in the Archives, by Gerry Petty
* How did it get there? B-24 bomber monument, by Fred Thomas
* Model T Ford ad
* Community Choir presents "Liberator" concert, by Val Kabat
* A Sanscrainte Timeline, by Kevin Lajiness
* Sanscrainte III, by Michael E. Van Wasshnova
* Donald H. Porter, by Peg Porter
* Historic surnames
* Hebe Fountain found, by Tom Dodd
* Are you smarter than an 8th grader?
* Horse thieves, by James Mann
* The Gilbert family, by Janice Anscheutz
* The Skeletons of Bell Street, by James Mann
* Farm gate controversy, James Mann
* Where do you think you are?

Society Briefs:

* From the President's Desk
* Museum Board Report

"Futurliner" #10 Restored

Image: 
"Futurliner" #10 Restored
Description: 

#10 restored and wide open

Rights Held By: 
Ypsilanti Historical Society
Related: 

"Futurliner" #10 Before Restoration

Image: 
"Futurliner" #10 Before Restoration
Description: 

#10 before resto in Ft. Wayne, IN museum lot

Rights Held By: 
Ypsilanti Historical Society
Related: 

Oral Roberts’ “Cathedraliner”

Image: 
Oral Roberts’ “Cathedraliner”
Description: 

Oral Roberts’ “Cathedraliner”

Rights Held By: 
Ypsilanti Historical Society
Related: 
Syndicate content