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Posted Feb. 8, 2002

Herndon's Dog Named Kraut
It's hard for us to imagine what Herndon was like in the early 1950s. It's a time that can never be recreated and a time that is quickly becoming forgotten history.
This idyllic area had perhaps 2,000 inhabitants, give or take 50 or so. There was one full-time police officer in town and a couple of part-time deputies to help fill in. There was no Dulles Airport, no Toll Road, no parkways, no Reston, and Eastern Loudoun County consisted mainly of Guilford. Sterling Park came along about the same time as Dulles.
Ashburn, CountrySide and Broadlands weren't even developers' dreams.
It was rural out here, far from the heat and crowds of the District. Tysons Corner was a fruit stand. Around Herndon most commerce was based on cattle and dairy farming. It's why there was a thriving depot here. Few had heard of Herndon, and those who had heard of it knew it as a farming community out west.
This week I heard from Roberta Keys of Herndon, who sent me a letter about those times. The letter was a good lesson in 1950s Herndon history for me and I thought I would share it with you.
It's about a dog named Kraut. The letter begins:
"I thought that you might like a story about a dog and old Herndon, so here it is. Back in the early 1950s a friend offered our children a dog and they could have the pick of the litter. So we got to see these lovely boxer puppies. They saw the runt of the litter who was named Elmer and that was the one they wanted. (Apparently, somewhere along the way they renamed Elmer, Kraut.)
"From the beginning he was a great pet, and I think there are still people in Herndon who could tell more stories about him. He knew where each of our children were in school. That was the old Herndon school where all the grades were in the same building. Kraut would scratch on the door he wanted to get in. Of course, he always got in. At one time the principal advised me we would get a bill for redoing the scratched doors, but it never happened.
"Kraut particularly loved the football games and rarely missed one. But one Friday night was different. He did not come home. We looked and called and then on Sunday evening we asked the football coach who lived nearby to open the gym so we could check. There was Kraut, who had been locked up so long that when he left he visited every tree in sight.
"One day the dog catcher came to town and we were not surprised to see the Herndon policeman drive into our yard with Kraut in the backseat. On the very hot days of summer Kraut knew who had air conditioning and that is where he would spend his time. Every one in town knew Kraut. One year Kraut got two write-in votes during the Herndon election.
"On nights the Safeway truck arrived (the store was across from the fire station), this dog knew the schedule and would be there to receive his nice bone.
"It was a sad time for many of us when he got sick and the vet gave us no hope. When he died, we received phone calls from many of the Herndon residents. This dog could not be replaced but his memory is still with us.
"I hope you enjoy this little story."
Indeed we did, Mrs. Keys.
 
The Heebie Jeebies
Like so many Herndonites this winter, the flu bug, or some kind of bug, finally got the best of me and sent me shivering under my covers this week. I'm actually writing his column at home in my sweats, which is a nice break from writing this column at work in my sweats.
On Tuesday my son, Will, picked up a prescription for me that my doctor had called in. It was an antibiotic, which I thought it would be.
But it had a very famous name attached to it: Cipro. You all remember that, right? With all the anthrax threats and warnings I don't imagine there was a person in this country, especially on the East Coast, who thought they couldn't be victims of anthrax. Cipro was the antibiotic of choice.
And now I was taking it.
The notes on the patient prescription information form that came with the medication gave me solace, however.
"This medication is an antibiotic used to treat a wide variety of bacterial infections," it read. That "treat a wide variety" was what I wanted to see.
Still, the thought of taking an antibiotic used to treat a "weapons-grade biological warfare device" gave me the heebie jeebies.
It still does. But it worked. I think I'm feeling better.
And that's Our Town this week.

 

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