Philomath
August 25th, 2011 at 9:25 pm (History)
My new home is in the tiny town of Philomath, just outside of Corvallis, OR. It tickles me to no end that Philomath means “lover of learning”; what better place for me to reside? [Contrast with “philosoph” (lover of wisdom) and “polymath” (one who has learning in many subjects).] I was curious, however, as to how this tiny town (fewer than 4000 residents) could have gotten such a name. Today while exploring the town on foot, I came across the Benton County Museum, which illuminated some of the town’s history.
Philomath was named after Philomath College, which was founded in 1867. The College consisted of the building that the museum now occupies. During my visit today, workmen were busy replacing the roof (you can see evidence of construction in my picture). The museum itself also featured an impressive display of quilts, an entire room of historic children’s toys, and a tiny side room showing fluorescent rocks. Philomath as a name for a college seems… just perfect. Sadly, the college closed in 1929 due to “declining enrollment”.
Philomath’s nickname is the “City of Volunteers”. Again, what a great place to be! I’ve already picked up an application form to volunteer at the library. While walking around, I passed the fire station — which is also seeking volunteers (“will train!”). I visited the library, the bank, the post office, and had lunch at a local cafe. The most amusing store I saw was the combination “rock shop” and “auto parts store” (insert B.C. Comic joke here).
This is definitely a great place to be. And only 10 minutes from Corvallis, with all of its own attractions!
Katie said,
August 26, 2011 at 2:05 pm
Congratulations, Kiri!
Now I don’t feel quite as bad for not having had time to look you up while I was in SoCal! :)
What made you decide on Philomath, and what will you do here?
Kevin said,
August 26, 2011 at 11:26 pm
That is considerably closer to here! Still a bit long for an afternoon bike ride, but closer. Usually the only thing that brings me to Corvallis is da Vinci Days, but I hope you’ll drop me a line should you ever decide to swing up through Portland.