By Gary Putnam
Reprinted from the Lyon Park Groups.io site, with the author’s permission
This past week, Michael Kunkler sent an invitation to all of us in Lyon Park and Ashton Heights to join together from 5:00 to 6:30 p.m. in the Community Center to mark the 100 years since those early citizens got together and decided to turn farmland into a developed community. Although there would remain isolated and fragmented farms for years in our neighborhoods, the inevitable conversion was from an agrarian to a residential landscape as the Washington Metro Area grew.
It is a welcome opportunity to see how far we have come in 100 years since the founding of our community. The progress through the century has been both wobbly and triumphant—much like real life. A lot of the deeds in our community still bear the scars of racial inequity and inequality. The first inhabitants of our house, an Army Captain and his Native American wife, Gertrude Bonnin, also known by her Sioux name, Zitkala-Ša, probably had to have friends buy the house originally to sidestep the clause that restricted ownership to “members of the Caucasian race only.” They waited for a little over a year and then assumed ownership of the house where they lived for the rest of their lives.
When we look around at our neighbors now, we see a crazy quilt pattern; a multidimensional tapestry of colors and religions, beliefs, and politics that simply weren’t possible here 100 years ago.
My roots are in Western North Carolina, the segregated South. I can remember when we first got electricity, then running water, then a telephone and then, finally, a television that had programming from mid-afternoon til way past bedtime…maybe 10 p.m.
or so.
My neighbors in Lyon Park and Ashton Heights come from all over the world. They refresh me and cleanse
me by shaking up my thinking and my day-to-day existence causing a near constant reevaluation of how I see the world.
On the occasion of our 100th year of existence, I salute you, my dear neighbors who have become such a large part of my world. I salute my favorite Lyon Parker, Catherine “Kit” Putnam, an Arlington native, who was born when Lyon Park was just 16 years old. I thank you for becoming my ”Found Family!”
I had always assumed that I would “go back home” to retire and be buried in North Carolina. The rewards of living in this neighborhood amongst the people who are here have made me rethink that.
Kit and I are in our “golden” years now and we both relish the memories of delivering 117 Lyon Park newsletters starting in 1984. It was a wonderful way to meet neighbors.
Both Kit and I say Thank You to all the neighbors with whom we have worked and played and celebrated. I look forward to the betterment and advancement of our community spirit as long as I am able.















