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Take a trip down memory lane as bloggers Danny Batson and Gary Thomas recollect their experiences while growing up in the Chillicothe area. We hope our discussion starters, pictures, and articles will evoke your personal recollections of Chillicothe; we invite you to share your stories with all of us. So, let us discuss the days gone by and have fun!
Growning Up in ChilliMo! by Danny Batson
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By Gary Thomas
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 ...
Chillicothe: As We Remember

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.

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Chillicothe has been, and still is, a great town to grow up and live in. I have a lot of friends and relatives that have moved away from Chillicothe through the years. I always asked them why and the biggest reasons were jobs and money. Most of my relatives that were born here have moved back when they retired. It seems they want to finish out their years here.
I think the some of the advantages of growing up in a small town are safer neighborhoods, calmer environment, and good family relationships. I think that gives a person better sense of values. As Chillicothe has changed through the years, new memories are being made. I know nothing stays the same; but I would like it to, at least as I grow older.
The old memories seem better than the struggles of today. I know as I drive through town each day something is always changing; but what I notice the most are people’s lack of smiles on the young as well as the old. I've learned that it's very important to make new joyful memories every day. We are not the only best town around but it is best to us only if we make it so. Remember to enjoy the good activities in Chillicothe and enjoy life with one another. Smile. ?
Reasons Why Growing Up in Chillicothe Was Cool
You can name everyone in your high school graduation class.
You know what 4-H is and can name all four H's.
You used to "drag the main."
When you said the "F" word, your parents knew about it within an hour.
You scheduled parties around the schedule of different police officers, because you knew who would bust you and who wouldn't.
You went to parties at a pasture, barn, gravel pit, or in the middle of a dirt road. On Monday, you could tell who was at the party because of the scratches on their legs from running through the woods when the party got busted.
You could never buy cigarettes because every store clerk knew how old you were. Even if you were old enough, they'd still tell your parents.
When you did find somebody old enough and brave enough to buy cigarettes, you still had to drive on country roads to smoke them.
You knew which ditch held the beer your buyer dropped off.
It was cool to date somebody from a neighboring town.
The whole school went to the same party after graduation.
You gave directions by people, not street names. (Turn at the Batson house, go east to Andersons' and it's four houses left of the track field.)
The golf course had 9 holes and sand greens.
You had no choice but to date your friends' ex's.
Your car was always filthy because of the dirt roads and no one bought dark-colored vehicles.
Everyone considered a nearby town to be "trashy" or "snooty," but it was actually exactly like your town.
You referred to anyone with a house newer than 1960 as the "rich folks."
You thought people in the "city" dressed funny, until you picked up the trend two years later.
Anyone you wanted could be found at the gas station or the tavern.
You saw at least one friend a week driving his tractor through town.
You had friends who occasionally drove a grain truck to school.
The gym teacher suggested you should build your strength by "bucking bales this summer."
All directions included "the stop light" as a reference.
You decide to walk somewhere for exercise and five people stop to ask if you need a ride.
Your teachers often called you by your older siblings' names.
Your teachers mentioned when they had your parents in class.
You could charge anything at any local store or write a check without any ID.
The closest mall was a long drive.
You thought nothing of seeing an old man riding through town on a riding lawn mower.
You've peed in a cornfield.
Most people went by a nickname.

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