10/15/2026
The sun has continued to work its magic these last seven days. A short drive anywhere in Milton Township offers us vivid fall colors that fill our eyes with beauty and our hearts with a small pang, as we shuffle further from summer and closer to winter.
We're lucky to have both beautiful mature trees and the convenience of sidewalks and shops that make this small Ohio town beautiful most any day of the year.
We found ourselves wondering what it might have looked like all the way back in 1815, when William Doyle arrived in the wilderness that would eventually become our home.
According to a June 2, 1976, article in the Rittman Press, Doyle purchased 320 acres in what would become Milton Township, only to discover that a hunter and trapper named Isaac DeCourcey was already living on his land!
The two reached an agreement and became longtime friends. Doyle built his cabin nearby, helped establish the area's first school, and was instrumental in organizing Milton Township in 1818.
Interestingly, Doyle's ambitions didn't stop here. In 1827, he laid out a new village in neighboring Chippewa Township and named it Doylestown.
Progress would help us move the borders, raise houses, businesses, schools and churches. And while we were fortunate to become a city, we never lost our hometown feel.
History cannot, however, always predict the future.
In small towns across the country, we've watched villages and cities disappear from maps as communities combine, often driven by the need to share services and resources.
Lately, we saw a news story about Doylestown and Chippewa Township considering just such a change. This November, residents will vote on whether to establish a commission to study a possible merger.
Nearly 200 years after Doyle founded Doylestown, the boundaries of the community he helped create may once again be reconsidered.
And we wonder...
What would William Doyle think?
Would he see this as progress, much like the changes he helped bring to our little corner of Ohio? Or would he worry about losing the individual identities of the towns he worked so hard to establish?
Perhaps he'd remind us that a community is more than borders on a map. It's the neighbors, the familiar faces, the schools, churches, little shops and generations of families who proudly call it home.
As we enjoy another beautiful Ohio autumn, we're reminded that change is inevitable. Seasons change, trees grow older, and communities grow and evolve.
But some things are worth holding on to.
Because the greatest gift those early settlers left us wasn't simply the land. It was the roots they planted, the communities they built, and that wonderful feeling of belonging somewhere we call home.