Ah, the Village of Waterville (now technically a city!). This is an area which prizes its 'small town charm'. My family has lived in this town for generations, and has been highly involved in the community. I graduated from the same school that my parents attended, Anthony Wayne High School, the same school district where my grandmother taught at the elementary level. My parents were married here, and my father was a council member here for 16 years, even being inducted into the local Hall of Fame for his service. You can go through the newspaper archives to find news of the Waterville Pharmacy my grandfather owned or see the memorial bench by the river and a scholarship fund in pharmacology at the University of Toledo in his name. I am proud that my family's history, however small, is now a part of the rich history of my town.
Roche de Boeuf Bridge
This is my favorite place in Waterville- the Roche de Boeuf Bridge. It gets its name from the island it crosses, based on the island's resemblance to a buffalo (Don't see it? It's ok, I don't see a buffalo either.). This area is also sometimes known as Roche de Bout, or rock of the river. The island served as a peace/council ground for the Miami, Shawnee, and Lenape tribes. In fact, the leaders of these tribes met with General (Mad) Anthony Wayne before the Battle of Fallen Timbers in 1794. Upon its completion in 1908, the bridge itself was remarkable for being the largest reinforced concrete bridge in the world. Although it hasn't been used for over a half a century, I've gone there many times with friends at the end of hiking/biking trips to relax or take pretty pictures.
Some Local Fun
Every fall, a festival is held in Waterville commemorating the history of Waterville. There's a Roche de Boeuf Parade featuring the Anthony Wayne Marching Generals and other groups- such as the Rotary Club or the Boy Scout Troops. Then everyone goes downtown to look at homemade crafts and eat fair food. Yeah, we're an exciting bunch in Waterville.
Speaking of excitement, a notable place of interest in Waterville is the Columbian House. Despite its chipper yellow exterior, this building houses a great number of strange happenings: smoke-like apparitions, random cold spots, the feeling of being nudged by unseen beings, sounds of footsteps, pounding on bars, and shouts, even objects flying across the room. There are many dark explanations for the haunting of the Columbian House, ranging from murdered sheep herders to drunks locked in a jail cell to acts of revenge involving sewing shears and stepfamily members. Throw in some cholera and you've got a great party place- oh yeah, there are stories of cholera too. It is situated across from the elementary school I attended as a child and we visited the house when I was in third grade. There is more history here involving the town, but really, who remembers that in third grade when there are ghosts to hunt?