Evening star., 1925-04-26
Colebrook, Overlooking Oxon Valley,
An Ancient Home of Addison Family
Rnble
Country

T WILL tell you of an old road and
the house to which it leads. 1t
is pleasant to meet an old-fash-
i ioned road, to set ones feet on 1t
and rest on a green bank by its
side. There, a man may listen to the
wind and birds and dreams will come
to him. 1t is refreshing to meet one
Of these old-time roads and keep it
company as 1t turns through woods,
dips into a vale and crosses a sing
ing brook.
There is grace and quiet in an old
fashioned road. In the trees that
shade it and the grass that hens it
birds are merrier and flowers gayer.
Most roads have a passion for tar and
speed. They will not dip into a little
stream that rolls above bright pebbles.
but insist on crossing by a cement
culvert. They will not climb a hill
and pass gently through pines and
laurel, but insist on cutting through
the hill and framing the roadside with
clay banks.
The newfashioned road IS. not
happy unless ten machines a minute
whizz along at 40 miles an hour and
instead of scarlet naples and tassled
oaks by its side. it asks for signboards
that tell Of tires and gas. The new
road scorns the honest horse that
ambles with a buggy. and it laughs
at the chap who walks. 1t will have
nothing to do with a drowsy tavern,
where man may rest and feed and
stable his horse, but it must have
Vermtlion gas pumps and tea houses
where special chicken dinners" will
be served to unsuspecting men. If
one OF these new roads should find a
blacksmith shop beside it. it would
be shocked.
The modern road talks loudly of
progress and Improvement The Ram
bier does not like to write that much
called progress is only bunk, because
1t might offend men who think that
civilization dates from 1925, and that
a man born SO years ago belongs to
the time when brontosauri, icthyo-
sauri and all that walked the earth,
Wen, l promised to tell you of an
old road. Walk along Alabama ave
nue. ABOUT quarter of a mile from
where a road turns southerly to Sill
yer Hill, Reds Corner and Surratts
ana you ought to see a gray stake
Whlch was once a gate-post 1t
marks the intersection of this old
time road with Alabama avenue. and
line or trees casts afternoon shad-
oWs across the way of yellow CLAW.
This place may not be the top of
the world. but 1t is close to the top
OF the District. 1t is the crest of
the Eastern Branch ridge, and
through cleft in a grove the top
OF the Monument is visible and YOU
look down on the Capitol, which
seems squat building Your view
OF Washington is like an airplane
picture.
Before reaching this place. you
pass the ancient Jenkins tavern,
which the Rambler has written of
and which is to be taken down to
give place to a gasoline station. You
pass through the village of Garfield,
where many colored people have
homes, and in gardens around many
of these humble homes,-fn some
cases very humble homes.-lilacs are
In bloom and perfume the air.
In large, grassy lot where some
trees are growing, and back from the
road, is a little brick church. 1t is
Allen A. NJ. Z. Chapel, and it is not
SO spick and fresh as it was nearly
90 years ago. At the fence which
parts the chapel lot from the main
road was sign, irregularly lettered
with white chalk. which told that
Rev DR.. Key, LID" would show
pictures and give lecture on THE
Holy Land, Egypt and Europe" You
VIII see by that sign that a man
can deal with a large subject in one
Will use up a whole lecture on Pales-
tine, others will take several hours
to finish off Egypt, and some men
have thought it necessary to work off
two or more lectures in dealing with
Europe. But this sign read, THE
Holy Land, Egypt and Europe" Here
Is lecturer who has great speed
and endurance or is adept in com
preston.
r -
a FTER resting by the stake that
was a gate-post, let us follow
the road which strikes to the South
from the main way. One side Is
bordered by naples, there is a cedar
which has become seedy, shabby and
discouraged by age, and there is mock
orange hedge. Little traffic passes.
and you can make out the prints of
horse shoes. but loi there is also the
pattern of a rubber tire. The road
makes a gentle descent and rises
again, as though Looping across the
landscape, and then goes down a long
hill, making many easy turns as
though in no hurry to get to the bot
TOM
This hill is the north slope of the