Yeah. Me, too, on everything you said. Every single thing. You affirmed that my hunches about my own existence are right. I guess I should say, “glad I’m not alone,” or something like that, but I don’t really care if I am. I did enjoy the read. Thanks for putting it into words. Now, if I may satisfy your distrustful nature, I’ll tell you the primary reason for my comment. (All of what I just said is 100% true. I read it all the way to the end, eyebrows raised the entire time and I am glad I found it). I searched Dayton, Ohio in Medium and happened upon your article (are the still called articles? Post? Blog? What the hell is a substack?) because I’m writing a book about a young girl buried alive at Calvary Cemetery in 1882. I visited a few months back and just wanted to get a local’s perspective on her. Anna Hochwalt. Do people in Dayton know about, talk about it, roll their eyes when an outsider takes an interest? I see she has been sensationalized on YouTube but there’s a deeper story here that I want to tell (yes, to write for no one to read). I would love your thoughts. You don’t have to be disposable afterwards. I think we’re a bit alike. Thanks
Thanks for reading. I see you survived your 57th, 58th... 59th? Survival is one helluva a life sentence, ain’t it? Ok, enough of that. I call them articles when they are not narratives, stories when I ask to be a trusted narrator ... though half the time or more, I’m lying, though not maliciously. I try to be kind.
I’m a Dayton transplant. I grew up in St Paul and didn’t a lot of young adulthood there. I moved here for a job before all the jobs moved away from here. If I could tape boxes or operate a forklift, I’d be employable. But, I don’t want to and because of that, I can’t. So, to your question about Anna; I don’t know and while I’ve heard about her story, I was quite surprised to learn from you that it happened right here in my adopted back yard!!! Now I’m curious.
Speaking of curiosity, nobody who is a native here is curious about their history. I know more about Dayton than the locals who only kinda know Wright Brothers invented planes or something. Very incurious people who live here who aren’t transplants (WBAFB is nearby, so we got a lot of transplants... locals and us, sorta oil and water..)
Sorry I can’t be more helpful with your book. I did reach out to a few this morning before penning this screed... they didn’t know about Anna at all...
Yeah. Me, too, on everything you said. Every single thing. You affirmed that my hunches about my own existence are right. I guess I should say, “glad I’m not alone,” or something like that, but I don’t really care if I am. I did enjoy the read. Thanks for putting it into words. Now, if I may satisfy your distrustful nature, I’ll tell you the primary reason for my comment. (All of what I just said is 100% true. I read it all the way to the end, eyebrows raised the entire time and I am glad I found it). I searched Dayton, Ohio in Medium and happened upon your article (are the still called articles? Post? Blog? What the hell is a substack?) because I’m writing a book about a young girl buried alive at Calvary Cemetery in 1882. I visited a few months back and just wanted to get a local’s perspective on her. Anna Hochwalt. Do people in Dayton know about, talk about it, roll their eyes when an outsider takes an interest? I see she has been sensationalized on YouTube but there’s a deeper story here that I want to tell (yes, to write for no one to read). I would love your thoughts. You don’t have to be disposable afterwards. I think we’re a bit alike. Thanks
Thanks for reading. I see you survived your 57th, 58th... 59th? Survival is one helluva a life sentence, ain’t it? Ok, enough of that. I call them articles when they are not narratives, stories when I ask to be a trusted narrator ... though half the time or more, I’m lying, though not maliciously. I try to be kind.
I’m a Dayton transplant. I grew up in St Paul and didn’t a lot of young adulthood there. I moved here for a job before all the jobs moved away from here. If I could tape boxes or operate a forklift, I’d be employable. But, I don’t want to and because of that, I can’t. So, to your question about Anna; I don’t know and while I’ve heard about her story, I was quite surprised to learn from you that it happened right here in my adopted back yard!!! Now I’m curious.
Speaking of curiosity, nobody who is a native here is curious about their history. I know more about Dayton than the locals who only kinda know Wright Brothers invented planes or something. Very incurious people who live here who aren’t transplants (WBAFB is nearby, so we got a lot of transplants... locals and us, sorta oil and water..)
Sorry I can’t be more helpful with your book. I did reach out to a few this morning before penning this screed... they didn’t know about Anna at all...
*spent a lot of my young adulthood ... not sure why it changed to “didn’t” which makes to damn sense. Oh, well...