Deborah S. Rossman - Westlake

Westlake is the story of a settlement in Ohio. The village was named Westlake in 1940 and became a city in 1957, but in its beginnings it was known as Dover Township. Local residents know it as a friendly town where families live, friends gather, and dreams are fulfilled, a community where people smile and wave when they pass their neighbors on the street, where flowers spill along driveways and show the way to front doors. This is not a city known to curiosity seekers or paparazzi. Instead Westlake is special by its very nature, the warmth and welcome of home.

Following the early explorations of RenRobert Cavelier, Sieur de La Salle, both France and England laid claim to the region along the southern shores of the Great Lakes. England won the French and Indian War in 1763, and King Charles II offered the winnings to each American colony. Connecticut was given the area extending west to the first big body of water. After the Revolutionary War, all other colonies gave up their claims, but Connecticut needed revenue to start public schools. It kept the Western Reserve for profit. Nehemiah Hubbard and Joshua Stowe, representatives of the Connecticut Land Company, sold the land to New Englanders for about $1 an acre.

Joseph and Lydia Cahoon and their eight children arrived first on October 10, 1810. Rebecca Johnson Porter, her husband, Asahel, and their two small children were the second family to arrive later the same day. The Porters were accompanied by Rebeccas brother, Leverett Johnson. Had their wagon not overturned when fording the Rocky River, the Porters may have been able to hold the title of Dovers first. As it was, these early settlers feared the sickness known as ague and the Native Americans, unaware that Lake Erie would be their most treacherous foe. The settlers faced challenges in their log homes. Harsh winters brought hardship with the drifting snow. The oak timber in Dover was five feet thick at the stump level and could tear a shoulder muscle loose from the bone before the axe cut through. But the settlers were tenacious. They made the township their home.

Ohio pioneers compensated for hardships with friendships and social gatherings. It is easy to imagine how much Rebecca Porter wanted to go to a wedding in Cleveland in 1814; and it is easy to picture the scene that April 1. Rebecca held her one-month-old son, Dennis, in an open boat, accompanied by Noah Crocker and George Smith. She probably wore her fanciest dress, giddy with anticipation of the grand celebration. A storm overtook the party upon their return, and the boat capsized at the mouth of Rocky River. Only Crocker survived the incident. Rebeccas worn gravestone remains at Lakeside Cemetery almost 200 years later. Regardless of the rumor to the contrary, the lake was far more deadly than the ague. In truth, the disease rarely killed. It only made people wish they were dead.

The townships oldest celebrity, conservationist and naturalist Jack Miner, was born in Dover Village in 1865. He lived in a small weather-beaten house with a leaky roof just south of the area where Jenkins Funeral Chapel now stands. His father formed bricks for a living and sold them for the sum of $3.50 per thousand. Jacks red hair and freckles made him the brunt of teasing as a boy, so much so that he played hooky from school and roamed the woods near his family home. The creek that ran near Dover Center Road became both Jacks play yard and his laboratory. He studied the creatures that inhabited the area and learned the lessons of bird life that formed a foundation for his lifes work. Miners innovative bird banding recorded Canadian geese migration.

The city claims bragging rights to another celebrity. Robert Overmyer, a 1954 Westlake High School graduate, became commander of the seven-man crew of the space shuttle Challenger that was launched from Cape Canaveral in April 1985.

Westlake is an opportunity to glimpse not only the past events in the city of Westlake but also the lives of the people who call Westlake home. Sometimes the pictures tell their own stories, such as the tintype of the Civil War soldier who entered the military with lofty aspirations but never returned home, or the photographs on the lawn outside the schoolhouse of boys in baggy pants with slicked-down hair and girls wearing ruffled dresses and bows with their gap-toothed smiles. These children went on to live, love, laugh, and have families of their own, many never traveling very far from the place where they were born.