After more than 75 years, the Diamond Grille in Akron is changing hands. Since 1941, the restaurant with the great name and the classic, cool neon sign has been owned by the Thomas family and has held down the same spot at 77 West Market Street.
The Diamond Grille has been an important part of Webner family lore and was a place that my mother and father used to socialize with their friends. Uncle Mack worked there when he was a callow youth, and Kish and I had had a memorable dinner there with Mom, Aunt Bebe, and Uncle Mack and Aunt Corinne a few years ago. The last time I chowed down at the Diamond I took a colleague there for lunch. She’d never been there before, and as we were eating she looking around with a sense of wonder and said: “This place is great!”
Of course, she was right. The Webner family wishes the Thomas family the very best as they move on to other things, and wants to thank them for a lifetime of wonderful memories. If you’re interested, you can read about some of our experiences at the Diamond here, here, here, and here.
Mom and Dad bought their condo in suburban Columbus more than 20 years ago. They enjoyed the place, and after Dad’s death Mom has lived there very happily. Now, however, she has decided that the condo is more house than she really needs or wants, so it is being put up for sale.
The process of getting the condo ready to sell has been a chance for our family to work together on a single project for the first time in a long time. Children and grandchildren alike have spent hours cleaning and scrubbing, sweeping and vacuuming, boxing things up and moving things out. It’s been a good chance for us all to reconnect, and with five kids and spouses and grandkids pitching in to share the workload, it made the cleanup and clean out process manageable . . . and fun, too. The experience also has been another illustration of how much stuff Americans tend to accumulate — and for what purpose? Our work at Mom’s condo has caused Kish and me to recommit ourselves to thinning out our collection of boxes and those random, long-unused items stored in closets, the basement, and the garage.
We’ve hired a realtor, and he has guided us through the process of getting the place ready to be shown. We’ve weighed his comparables information, set a price, and tried to avoid too much second-guessing about it, and this past weekend the condo went on the market. I stopped over on Saturday to make sure the realtor had everything he needs, and I bumped into some empty nesters being shown through the condo by a different realtor. They said the condo was lovely, which I appreciated, and I was happy that there was traffic — but seeing them there gave me an odd feeling. I’m not sure I’ll stop by again.