I've worked in Oberlin for almost a year and a half, and really enjoy driving through the college campus area each day on State Route 511 during my commute. There's always something interesting to see, whether it's the beautiful architecture of the historic campus buildings, or the students themselves, who often dress in a throwback, 'hippie' fashion right out of a 1970s time warp.
It's never boring, and all quite different from commuting to Cleveland, which for decades was a daily study in frustration for me on I-90. I don't miss that drive a bit – and I believe my blood pressure is lower as a result.
When did I first become acquainted with Oberlin? Back in the 1960s, my family spent a lot of time at Findley State Park (just south of Wellington on State Route 58) both swimming and camping, so we passed though Oberlin a lot. Oberlin College was my first glimpse of what 'going to college' looked like, and it left a big impression on me. Of course, when it came time to apply for a school, Oberlin was out of the question (I was only looking at affordable state schools) and it was off to Ohio State for me.
Anyway, I'm quite fond of Oberlin now, with its quaint charm and abundant history – so the small grouping of ads below caught my attention. They appeared in the Lorain Journal back on June 4, 1963.
