Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thus far, Germantown has seemed like a friendly and open town. The people we’ve met have been very nice, and while not everyone has been the keenest on talking to us, usually a conversation can have some relevant information. However, our faith in the information we get from anyone and everyone came back to us with a vengeance this weekend.
Our first trip strolling on Germantown Ave. brought us to a man who referred to himself as “DJ Eddie.” The skinny, older man explained some information about Underground Railroad stops to Sydni, and seemed like an interesting and well-informed resident of the area. He had lived in Germantown for a number of years, and he was also carrying two giant bags of children’s toys from one of the local discount stores- plastic bats and waffle balls.
Questioning the toys, we came to learn that DJ Eddie was actually a 63-year-old Vietnam War veteran who now worked part time as a deejay for children’s birthday parties. He animatedly explained to us his love for putting on shows and playing music for kids in the area, and giving them a little extra excitement on special occasions.
“Come to a party on Saturday!” he told us with glee. We were thrilled by the invitation, and copied down contact information and directions to Stetson Park. He claimed he would be there from early in the morning until late in the afternoon, bringing that great music to the kids.
Come Saturday morning, we hop on the Broad St. Line to the Wyoming stop, lugging our cameras and equipment in the god-awful heat. After a few missed turns, we arrived at the park to have one of those moments where it feels like a giant “womp womp” should be echoing in the background.
While there were a few park goers, DJ Eddie was nowhere to be found. The only thing even resembling a party was a family having a barbecue and tossing around some balls. As Sydni and I stared at the empty park, there was really nothing to do but laugh off the whole situation and plot our next move.
So what was the point of all of this? Obviously we can’t take the word of everyone we meet, even if it seems like a seasoned and informative member of the community. People lie, and if we can’t get a strong enough background foundation of sources and credible information, we probably shouldn’t lug our equipment out to anywhere and everywhere and assume we have a story. We won’t be losing faith in trusting the people we meet-we just need to hone our own fact-checking skills quite a bit more.
by Sande Friedman and Sydni Grant, Group 5
Posted by Sande Friedman at 9:20 AM