When I think of Dick Jordan, several things come to mind.
• His license plate: 528 YZ. That was the family address on South Main Street.
• The Masonic Lodge. “A society of secrets, not a secret society,” or so he claimed.
• His Jordan triplet two brothers and one sister. My brother, Rudi, their contemporary, often said that Mrs. Jordan (their mother) should have been given sainthood. “She had Jordans three at one time.”
• His chuckle, reminiscent of the late Arden Baker’s.
Okay, identify this portion of a building, located somewhere within the village limits. The answer is found with all the Icon display ads, located on the bottom of each inside page.
University senior combines passions to pursue environmental sociology
Alicia Loch, a senior from Quakertown, Pa., is in the middle of a year-long research project studying sustainability at Bluffton University. While the project fulfills her sociology field-experience requirement, the project combines elements from both of her majors—biology and sociology.
This is a story told to me by my grandfather, Fred Hahn, who lived at 215 W. Elm St., Bluffton. As an adult, while cleaning out a box of family letters and photos, bits and pieces of the story again surfaced. This story happened 100 years ago this winter.
By Fred Steiner
One night in early December 1918, Fred Hahn dreamed that his brother, Harry, a railroad brakeman, tried to call him – but couldn’t make contact. The dream captivated Fred for the rest of his life.
