Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state ...
Hi, I am Danny Batson (Knouse) and I am a lifelong resident of the Chillicothe area. I was born in 1951 and graduated from CHS in 1969. I took over my dad’s septic tank business that he founded in 1937. While I have been in every state (except Hawaii and Maine), there is no place like home! I love taking pictures of old and unusual things and sharing them. There is beauty in everything, if we look for it. I have three Facebook pages filled with local pictures that may be of interest: “Where Has Danny Been,” Chillicothe Now,” and “Danny Batson”.
Hi, I am Gary Thomas and I was born just across from Central School in 1942. I graduated from CHS in 1960 and MU in 1964. After two years in Army, I completed a graduate degree at the University of Chicago in 1970. After working in software development for more than 40 years, I retired from Raytheon in 2007. I have an abiding interest in history and in researching past events, places, and people. My latest project is developing a history-based chronology for Livingston County from 1801-2000.
Danny’s family spent the better part of the 1950’s on the road. For context you may want to read:
It was one of those hot summer days and we were on the road again. We were traveling west on US Route 66 with trailer in tow. Dad stopped at a truck stop for gas and mom made sandwiches as usual. Back then, mom and I rode in the trailer and dad drove. We all got out and used the rest rooms located on the side of the station. I am sorry for what happened next to this day, but you have to consider that I was only six.
I ran to the road and looked both ways, but they were nowhere in sight. I had lost the dip of ice cream in my cone while running. So there I stood by the highway crying and grasping an empty ice cream cone. I had been abandoned by my parents!
Some men came and took me back to the gas pumps and asked me where my folks were. More and more people came out and gathered around me. I'm really scared. A nice lady in the restaurant brought me out another ice cream cone. Not long after, mom and dad pulled up. Dad told the gathering about how it happened. For some miles, Mom had gone crazy in the trailer trying to get his attention when she didn't see my head in the cab of the truck.
I learned a lot of lessons in my childhood but I didn't learn how to put them to use until we had kids. Or maybe it was when I turned 30.