Geneva Township Park

playground for masses

This sign is at N41 51.657 W80 56.214.

Playground for the masses:

Township Park was the playground for the masses when the newly formed Village of Geneva-0n-the-Lake published a large brochure highlighting all that the village had to offer, including the wastewater treatment plant.

Nearly a century later, the park is still a playground for families who come here to picnic, walk, watch the sunset, play games and hold family reunions.


A ballgame at Township Park, 1938. Star Beacon archives.

A ballgame at Township Park, 1938. Star Beacon archives.

 Baseball at Township Park:

For many youngsters, the park’s most significant feature was its ball field. Postcards fro 70 to 80 years ago document the large crowds that gathered to watch the games at this field.

Baseball drew a large crowd to the park in the 1920s.

Mark Brunner, who grew up in the village, wrote the following recollection of playing baseball in the park. This memoir was originally prepared in the 1990s while working on his doctorate at the University of Florida:

“Keep one still secret spot where dreams may go and sheltered so will thrive and grow.”  -Louise Driscoll

Township Park was the pace the kids from “the lake” came to play in this park as far back as the 1800’s.  The baseball field, through those trees, taught me some interesting lessons about play.  Past the one-room school house and through the giant oak trees is the baseball field.  It has been over 50 years since I played on that field, but today you can still see the worn patch of earth that we, and prior generations of kids from the lake, used as home plate. Beyond the outfield was a gradual, Queen Ann’s lace adorned hill that led way to the beach and the shore of Lake Erie.  From home plate, looking beyond the outfield, one could see ore boats steaming to the Penny Docks to the east, sail boats tacking smartly with the afternoon west wind, and bobbing fishing boats anchored steadfast for perch.   A homerun from this place was any ball that went over the lakeside footpath and rolled down the hill to the lake.  Corky Korver was the only one that I knew who ever hit a ball into Lake Erie from home plate.  It was a jaw dropping blast.  As we scrambled down the hill we saw the only ball we had that day drift out into the lake and float east towards Ashtabula.

For me, growing up in the early 1960’s, summer was one long continuous baseball game.  I learned early on that it didn’t take a lot of players to make a good baseball team.  Five young boys, plus Vickie Allen, could make a game work.  What mattered most was a desire to play….a love of the game. I did not know at that time what the word passion meant, but I came to know what it felt like when we played well past dusk, seven days a week beyond summer and into early autumn.  Passion was a love of something. I came to know passion by playing on a ball field and I carried that feeling with me years later to something called teaching.

Playing baseball in this park also taught me something about imagination.  On any given day on this field the Bodnar twins, Paul and Mike (whose family owned and ran the Hungarian Restaurant just down the street during the summer), could be Yankee sluggers named Mickey Mantle, or Roger Maris. I was an aging Cleveland Indian hero named Rocky Colavito.  Sandy Koufax, the Perry brothers, and Bob Feller, who was well past his playing years, could be reincarnated in the form of John Wood (Woodie), Paul Welker, Todd Nichols, Jimmy McGraw, or the Hogan boys.  We imagined the park as being Cleveland Municipal Stadium and the park benches as the bleachers.  The old and young alike, who walked the lakeside path, became our fans.  Imagination was a powerful tool that transformed Township Park into our own “field of Lake Erie dreams”.  As I became older, I grew to understand that imagination fades, play takes a back seat to responsibility, and our baseball heroes, who were no longer needed on the field of dreams, were encased in attic bound shoe boxes, their images and statistics preserved for eternity onto dog eared cards that were wrapped tightly with twine and scented faintly with eau’ de bubble gum.

Township Park is still there today, and I have trusted that over the years many others besides myself, have come to know the power of passion and the importance of imagination by standing on home plate, looking out to Lake Erie, imagining a blast to the lake, and playing in a place where “dreams may go and sheltered so will thrive and grow.”

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Time Line for the park:

April 25, 1877:

Estate of Joseph Battell sells 3/4 acre to the Board of Education for Geneva Township. Land is to be used for a school house lot.

April 24, 1914.

Board of Education of Geneva Township sells 3/4 of acre to Board of Park Commissioners for $800.

July 7, 1914.

Board of Park Commissioners purchases land that surrounds the school lot. Sale is for 9.86 acres for $5,000.


Swimming contests were held at the park:

And picnics, providing folks behaved themselves.

The road was moved from the north side of the park to the south and plans were announced for a pavilion to be built the following year.

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A 1938 photo of the pavilion helps date this important amenity of the park. Star Beacon archives.





Our guests remember:

Pirl Beach

I spent the summer of 1942 in Pirl Beach (at age 16) and worked part time for the manager pulling weeds and such. Also swam every day. My Pittsburgh relatives had reserved a cottage there for many years. My aunt and cousins stayed. My uncle commuted weekly in his Buick. The Pirl Beach manager used a Model T Ford truck for his chores.

Ken Ford

Memories of Ford's

Most of my summer childhood memories are at Ford’s! My parents met there right at the picnic table. We vacationed there every summer along with my grandparents and great aunt and uncle until they passed away. We made amazing friends there that we still vacation with on Putnam Drive!! I could never thank the Payne’s enough for my childhood memories. Playing Indians in the huge back yard, solving make-believe mysteries, playing release and listening to everyone playing penny poker when my sister and I should have been sleeping. I now bring my son to Geneva every summer. He is the 5th generation at Geneva!

Sara Turner Campos

Chestnut Grove

My extended family and I vacationed at Chestnut Grove from 1948-1964. Being from McKeesport, it was a dream come true to go there every summer. I currently live in Michigan but go back occasionally. Not too long ago, I found a post card of some of the cottages where the swings and horseshoe pit were and a local artist is making me a 24×36 painting of it. I can't wait to see it! So many wonderful memories and so few things left as reminders. It is nice to know that others still remember and care.

Michelle Turner ( a Chestnut Grove Kid)


We vacationed every summer at Idle-A-While in the late '50s and early '60s, partially because my aunt was the receptionist there. I often got to ring the bell summoning guests to breakfast, lunch and dinner in the dining room, which was staffed by co-eds from various universities. Evenings were spent playing bingo, fascination and other games on the strip or bridge and poker back at Idle-A-While. Great memories.
John Bloom

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