Local History: The Drowning of Obi-ri

I remember in the ’80s, the adventure that could be had by those stationed at Osan Air Base by going east on single-lane country roads next to the river that ran just north of base. About 10 miles from the base, there was a large, earthen dam that held back the river’s waters in what I have long known as Yi-dong reservoir. It’s a great target for my morning rides — beautiful scenery, a couple of easy hills, definitely gonna get a sunrise if I play it right. And I ride past it regularly on my way elsewhere (or back).

Did this ride just last week

I’ve passed the reservoir so many times, and taken pictures of a particular monument that sits there, but I’ve never really paid attention to the monument’s purpose. It wasn’t until my return from Everland on Sunday morning that I noticed a fairly new structure by the monument that was housing a picture.

This picture was actually taken from the opposite side of the future reservoir.

The structure also held several reproductions of documents giving the history of the (formerly) 500-year old village of Obi-ri, which, at the time of its demise between 1969 and 1971, housed over 2,000 citizens. Some of its former citizens are the ones who set this all up and keep it going. They’ve moved to places both close by and far away, but they still remember.

The reservoir early morning last week. Obi-ri would have been right where that dark hill comes down to the lake just above the building in this picture.
The blue of the reservoir, the yellow roads, and the green golf courses are all present day map superimposed on a Korean-war era map of the area. You can see Obi-ri on the northeast shore of the lower reservoir.

I love learning about the history of an area. I love looking at maps and thinking of what it was like in the heat of a summer day, following the dirt roads of the area to these small villages. I still love riding straight through old towns on my rides — or the old parts of towns that were bypassed long ago, but still hold some of the life of the area. There’s a kind of simplicity to it all. A restfulness. And when I look out of this reservoir and think about what it may have been like here when I was still an infant, I feel the haunting of the place.

The memorial. Obi-ri used to occupy the land at the base of the hills across the reservoir in the gap right to the left of the monument in this picture.
Another picture of the village.

You can find an article (in Korean) about it here.

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