There’s not much left of the place. Ol’ lady Industry packed up her bags and jumped the last train out of town years ago. Caught in the draft of her abrupt departure were the jobs and people that energized this town for so many decades. Galion was once an industry giant, her touch was felt all across this country, but this isn’t meant to be a history lesson about this once proud place, rather a photo journey of the remnants of what used to be.
About a year ago, my 11 year old son and I set out on our bikes, with cameras slung over our shoulders and ventured across the landscapes that once bustled with people. We discussed this the prior winter. We also discussed how much fun it would be to buy a city map so we can drive every street. We settled on the photos and eventually did it… in July and almost a year later, I’m posting them. Now that I’ve had a chance to look over these images again, I see some composition errors. I could have easily gone out and reshot them, but I felt the magic would have been lost. We waited out a downpour of rain under the shelter of trees, ate our lunch and shared stories. That alone makes each of these images special to me. Below is our story in words and images.
Our first stop was Neff’s Market, only because it was closest to our starting point and not due to any real significance. I didn’t visit this store much as a child, my mother said it was too high priced for us working class folks. However, during her couponing days we’d pop in for the sale items.
Right around the corner from Neff’s, sits the old Peabody building. I knew very little about this joint as a kid. I believe they manufactured truck bodies. A little later in life I met a family whose husband worked there. I could have asked what he or they did, but at the time I was more engrossed in the stories of company infighting and threats of shutting down for good. Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think they would actually close!
Just up the street is the Galion Armory. This is just one of many buildings that have become canvasses for Taggers.
This next building is an old abandoned church. At one point, several years ago, someone was allowing local bands to play inside on weekends, but was eventually closed due to building code issues. That’s what I heard anyway.
Sondra’s Original Art Store. I walked past this place a hundred times after school and never stepped inside. Probably, because I couldn’t find the door!! The Galion Depot, the next image, is my favorite building in town. I wasn’t alive for passenger rail service lol, but have walked through a couple times after it was converted into a mall.
These last couple of images are of the old Galion Dresser building. This place was the king of the jungle and it’s roar was heard far and wide. Inside those walls, road machinery was made. I remember on trips to Florida, we would pass time by finding the Galion signs plastered on the sides of these beasts. Nowadays those dens are homes to multiple businesses in town. Unfortunately none of them have the roar their grandfather had.
Well, that’s our journey. Thank you for visiting!! Please hit the Like button if you so desire.