Why? For a couple of reasons.
While growing up on E. Skyline Drive in the 1960s and 70s, I always thought it was rather comforting to know that a fire station was only a couple minutes away. We could see it from our house. Of course, much later the station was moved over to W. 21st Street, and the building became part of the Lorain Police Dept. The police moved out a few years ago and since then the empty building has literally began to fall apart – necessitating its demolition.
But another reason to feel a little bad about the building is that it was it was the West Side's last link to its days before it became part of Lorain.
Back in the latter part of the 1800s, that corner was the location of a one-room schoolhouse that served Black River Township. After the school closed, the little red brick building was repurposed as the original administration building for Port Mills Airport in 1929.
But as the 1940s began, the corner of Meister and Leavitt Roads was going to be the location of a brand new Black River Township garage – and the former school would have to go. Bids for the new building appeared in the Lorain Journal in September that year.
By the end of November 1940, the contract had been awarded and the garage was under construction.
Nov. 23, 1940 |
With the purchase of new fire equipment, the garage – which opened in April 1941 – became a fire station.
As Lorain grew in the following years, and annexed township land, the Black River Township fire station found itself in a strange position. It was located in Lorain, but could not legally put out fires in that city. It was one of the reasons that the existence of Black River Township didn't really make any sense any more.
Black River Township fire station circa 1964 |
Black River Township fire station circa 1964 |
I wrote about this odd situation in my series on the End of Black River Township (Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5).
Anyway, at the end of July 1964, the Black River Township fire station was officially taken over by the City of Lorain.
July 31, 1964 |
Oct. 22, 1964 |
Nov. 13, 1964 |
May 25, 1965 |
5 comments:
Memories,pressed between the pages of my mind.
Memories,sweetened through the ages just like wine.
Another link gone
My cousin Clarence was a firefighter stationed at old No. 7.
Good ol' Count Marco!
My 82-year-old dad was heartbroken to see that being torn down. His dad was a volunteer fireman there in the 40s and 50s and they’d have dances there for the guys and their families. He’ll really enjoy these old pictures. He told me about that house that was next to it, so it’s cool to actually get to see it.
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