Editor’s note: This is the first of a series about growing up in Marysville during the late 1930s and the 1940s written by Bill Boyd. Each article is a snapshot of the people, businesses and activities during that era as seen through the eyes of a young boy.
Boyd was born in Marysville in 1932, graduated from Marysville High School in 1950, and lived the greater part of his life here. After a four-year stint in the U.S. Air Force, he graduated from The Ohio State University. He worked in the advertising department of O.M. Scott & Sons for 24 years, leaving in 1982 to work as a freelance writer. He currently resides in Columbus with his wife, Janet.
The great escape
On a bright summer day in the mid-1940s, when I was about 12 years old, I was riding my bike down Grove Street. As I approached Collins Avenue, I heard the intermittent wail of the whistle at the Women’s Reformatory. It screamed for several seconds then went silent, only to repeat the cycle over and over again. That meant only one thing – an inmate had escaped.