10.15.2012 - Entry #11: History in the Neighborhood

Just a short 6 minute walk from Crepeville...

If you're reading this post, the first thing that should have caught your eye is the picture of a Chase Bank to the left of this sentence. It's a picture of the bank that I go to whenever I need to deposit a check, which I usually have to do once a month, sometimes more. Those of you with hyper keen deductive skills should have some red flags going off in your heads right now after reading those first two sentences, because of this one simple fact:

There are no Chase Banks in Reno.

So what? Obviously I do my banking in Sparks then or another nearby city, right? Unfortunately, this is not the case- there are no Chase Banks at all in Northern Nevada. Alas, what does this mean for the loyal Chase customer?

In a nutshell, it means weekend trips to California. Specifically to 330 E St. in Davis, California, almost 150 miles away. I won't go into the logistics of how I get to Davis every month- the simple answer is Circle K- but seeing as this weekend was my monthly trip to Davis, this post will be about the history of the city of Davis. And to those of you who object to me including Davis in my neighborhood, I say why not? I've been to Davis 4 or 5 times already since my first trip back in September and I see myself going there a lot more so long as I remain a Circle K member (which I plan to do for the entirety of my undergraduate and graduate studies).

Anyways, onto the history of Davis- basically, the city of Davis was originally known as, "Davisville," and was built around a railroad depot in the 1860s. Originally, it started out as a farming community and is still well known for its agricultural contributions; the city today still maintains a very green and environmentally-friendly image, which I will talk more about in my next entry, to be posted no more than an hour after this post is published. But essentially, I still find incredibly amazing that much of the Davis from its farm days is still present today; for example, as I was walking the six minutes from Crepeville (an excellent place for crepes) down to E Street, I passed by this gigantic open area used solely for their farmers' markets. Details like this and others, such as the large amount of greenery present everywhere within the city, are a testament to the connection the city of Davis still has to its roots as an agricultural community.