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Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indiana. Show all posts

Sunday, August 3, 2014

An American Homestead: James Whitcomb Riley Boyhood Home


Along the Old National Road in Greenfield Indiana
sits the boyhood home of the Hoosier Poet, James
Whitcomb Riley.  The National Road was the Gateway
to the West, the pioneers traveled it in their covered
wagons.  Riley's parents had traveled west in their
wagon and settled in Greenfield where they built a
log cabin.  Eventually, they built this large beautiful
house for their growing family.


The house is filled with many items from the
family including the yellow eyed dog statue
and the clock on the mantle.  These items would
later appear in one of Riley's poems.


This settee was one of the items the Riley's
carried in their covered wagon.


As well as the family bible.


Riley's father was a lawyer and had his office in
the front room of the house.  He also made this 
magnificent desk.


As was the custom in those days, the clothes
were hand made in the house.  This is a Howe 
machine made by the man who is considered 
the inventor of the sewing machine.


I wish I had one of these sewing birds.


Of course there are gorgeous quilts
on the beds.


The tool on the right was one I was not 
familiar with, it is a glove stretcher.  When
you would wash your gloves, they would 
shrink and you would have to stretch them
to get them to fit your hands.


A crazy quilt, very popular at the time.


This was the bed of the poet when he was 
a child, his father made the log cabin to 
remind the children that they didn't always
live in such a beautiful house and came from
humble roots.


Just next to the boys room was the little room of a
12 year old orphan girl that lived in the house and 
worked as a servant in exchange for room and board.
The girls name was Mary Alice or Allie and she had
a vivid imagination.  She was always telling the kids
scary stories.

The goblins gonna getcha if ya don't watch out!


Years later, Riley remember the little girl that
lived with them and wrote a poem called Little
Orphant Allie but due to a printer's error we 
know her as Little Orphant Annie.  Allie was
always making up a story and as the maid she
had to clean each of the steps to the upstairs
by hand.  She named each of the steps since she
knew them so well.


Many years later, a family descendant wondered
what had happened to Allie.  He put an ad in the 
newspaper and many woman showed up claiming
to be Allie but when questioned they just didn't
seem to be authentic.  Finally a woman showed 
up and pointed to the steps and named each one,
they knew they had found Allie.  She is pictured
above in front of the house, she is dressed in black
and on the right side of the photo.


Allie would have spent much of her time here 
in the kitchen, it is always my favorite room.


Riley was not a great student and ended up
painting signs for a living before his writing
career began.


He ended up becoming very wealthy and wildly
popular due to his poems and stories.  He traveled
extensively reading his writings to packed houses.
The display above shows all the products with his
image or named the Hoosier Poet or Little Poet.

When his father returned from fighting in the Civil 
War he was injured and war weary, he was unable 
to work at his law practice and the family had to sell
the house.  The poet swore he would buy it back some
day and eventually he did.  He allowed family members
to live there and he would come to visit in the summer
months.  The house stayed in the family until the town
took it over as a historical home.

Riley is still well known.  School children come to visit
as part of their Indiana history lessons and people from
all over visit the home.  Of course his work lives on today
in Little Orphan Annie and Raggedy Ann, as well as many
of his other stories and poems.
















Saturday, May 31, 2014

An American Homestead: The Seiberling Mansion

Kokomo, Indiana


There is nothing I like more than spending the
day rambling around an old historic house.  Today
we traveled about an hour from our home to Kokomo,
Indiana to visit the Seiberling Mansion.

The house was built in 1890 for industrialist Monroe
Seiberling.  Seiberling came to Kokomo during the 
gas boom and the house was built at a cost of $50,000,
a fortune at that time.   The style is a combination of 
Neo Jacobean (Queen Anne), Romanesque Revival and 
it is striking.  


The foyer has beautiful wood carvings and a 
lovely staircase.  There are windows made of
opalescent glass and you can see holes in many
of the mirrors from vandals of the past shooting
BB guns at them.


The music room has an old pump organ and
at Christmas they have someone come in to 
play it.


An old victrola also in the music room.


I love the attention to detail in older homes, every
piece of hardware is decorative, even the door hinges
and this door bell.


The master bedroom is on the second floor in
the front of the house.  The windows are curved
glass, Mr. Seiberling owned a glass company and
they were specially made.  It is a bright, nice sized
 room without being like the humongous master 
bedrooms of today's McMansions.


I love the idea of a bed warmer.


I am always intrigued by children's rooms.  I find the old 
toys and books to be so imaginative and fun.


I loved the old sled and the skooter made for ice,
I have never seen one of them before.

There are many rooms in the house including a lovely
dining room but the photos were too dark to show.  Since 
this is the home of the county historical society, many of
the rooms are given over to displays of history of the county.

Worth a visit!












Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Finding History

 
I should have a bumper sticker that says:
I Brake for History.
 
 
Recently we were out in the middle
of nowhere driving along the old
Lincoln Highway somewhere near
Ligonier, Indiana when we spotted
this old tavern.  We pulled in and asked
some people who were building a log cabin
on the property if we could take a peek inside.
 
 
They unlocked the door and let
us explore it on our own.
 
 
If I had this I'd make pies everyday...
 
 
The tavern was built in 1839 when General
Mad Anthony Wayne and his men widened an
old Indian trail northwest of Ft. Wayne to make
wagon travel possible.
 
 
The tavern became a place for "quilting bees,
town meetings, post office, stagecoach stop,
jury room, jail, dancehall and rest stop for
the weary traveler or drover."
 
 
The Stone's Trace Historical Society was
founded in 1964 to preserve and restore
the historic property and to "give the
past a future".  I'm glad they did!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Friday, August 17, 2012

Country Livin'


This city girl traded in her high heels decades
ago for a simpler, quieter life.  I thought I'd
share some photos I took today while driving
in the countryside near my American Homestead.
It is a part of the country many people who live
in the USA will never see, because they think
there is nothing out here.  But for me it stirs my
soul to see the beauty of the open country and
old barns, the animals and so much sky...









All of these pictures were taken from my car
on the country roads of Madison County and
Grant County, Indiana.
I hope you like them.








Saturday, March 3, 2012

Total Devastation in Minutes

Twisters Hit the Heartland


I happen to live in an area of the
United States that most people would
refer to as "out there".  It is a place that
few people pay much attention unless
you are lucky enough to live here.


It is a beautiful area of the country that most
 merely fly over.  It has wide open spaces
 filled with family farms and rolling and
wooded hills in the southern part of the state.


And in one little town called Henryville
yesterday the world as they knew it changed.
Henryville had a population of just under 2000.


It was the home of Colonel Sanders
of Kentucky Fried Chicken.


Yesterday a most unwanted visitor came
to town ~ a tornado hit yesterday afternoon
and took away much of Henryville in a
few minutes.


The stories coming out of Henryville
make me weep.  There is a path of
devastation that is unimaginable.  I
remember seeing the film Twister and
when the cow flew through the air, the
audience burst out laughing, it doesn't
seem real.  But it is real, yesterday a 20
month old girl landed in a field, she is
alive, but critical and has a breathing tube.
We have no idea how many died yesterday,
there are confirmed deaths but who knows
what is under all that rubble?


 What do you do when you have no car,
no home, no clothing, no food, your place
of employment may be gone, the school is
demolished?  And that is just the "things"
of life, what do you do when you don't know
where you loved ones are, including your
beloved pets?


If you would like to help, please
give to the American Red Cross.


In the 21 years I have lived here, I
have seen countless storms.  We do
not take it for granted, it is a very
serious part of our lives.  We have been
lucky though.  It is part of life to have
tornado watch graphics pop up on the
tv, quite a few times I have left my home
with my loved ones to go to my Mum's
house who has an area of her basement
with no windows.  And one terrible afternoon,
a bad storm was heading right for us and I
went to school to get my kids and just as
we were leaving all hell broke loose, the
sky was as black as night and things were
just flying through the air.  My sister & I
took my kids into a little bathroom and
we covered them with our bodies and
pulled exercise mats over us.  My face was
pushed up against a cinder block wall and
I could feel it moving.  We were lucky, we
walked away.  So many were not as lucky
yesterday ~ please keep them in your thoughts.