How sad is this? A whole city on the brink of becoming a ghost town.
I went home for a visit back in July of this year and heard the sad tale of a house that played a big part in the lives of a lot of my family. It’s not a large house or one that’s architecturally noteworthy. It’s just a regular old house built in 1910 in my little hometown of Morristown, Indiana. We’ve always called it “the green house” because it was a deep pea green for probably 30-40 years or longer, but someone in the last 30 panted the old shingle siding white.
I’d never heard of this or even thought to search out any Hawaiian recipes until a good old friend from my hometown (who has been a resident of the Aloha State for many long years now) suggested it. Bill and I were emailing back and forth and the subject of cooking came up. No doubt I asked if he had any good recipes, but until that moment, it didn’t occur to me that the peoples of those gorgeous Pacific islands would whip up culinary masterpieces so very different than what we eat on the mainland. I knew of their love of Spam, but I just assumed they fried it, slapped on some cheese, and placed it between two slices of bread. Continue reading
We’ve all driven by countless deserted gas stations. Had I ever thought about it in years past, I would’ve taken pictures of dozens along the highways and byways of our travels. I’m thankful that others have better presence of mind than me. I find them all interesting and wonder about the people who owned them, worked at them, stopped to fill their autos up, and maybe bought an ice-cold bottle of Coke. Soda pop in a plastic container with a twist-off lid just isn’t as refreshing.
These are some images from my trip home in July, 2013. Most are from my husband’s little home town of Manilla, Indiana, which I didn’t even know existed just 10 miles or so southeast of my little home town until I met him when he began working in my home town. How crazy is that? I immediately fell in love with the people, the buildings, and the history.
I would love to see the remaining buildings restored and brought back to life – and even those that are long gone rebuilt and turned into thriving businesses once again. A girl can dream.
I’m sorry I’ve been away for awhile and missed posting new Sadly, Utterly Abandoned images and new Haunted Happenings. I flew home on the 20th to spend the last night of my dad’s life holding his hand. The calciphylaxis he developed from renal failure was too far advanced and he just couldn’t fight it any longer. His funeral was Monday, August 26, 2013. It was a beautiful ceremony that none of us will ever forget.
My older sister detailed Dad’s life
from birth to death and my youngest brother shared some of his crazy, funny antics. He built a Harley Davidson chopper 40 years ago and still had it all these years later. My oldest younger brother took it to the graveyard and fired it up to the delight of the crowd. How cool was that? Dad would’ve loved it! I’ll add some pictures to this post as soon as I download them into this computer.
I’ll be flying home Tuesday and will be back with new episodes of SUA and HH beginning Sunday, September 8th, 2013. Thank you so much for patiently waiting and hanging with me.