Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
(BuzzFlash interview, 13 March 2002)
Regardless, in the afternoon I disposed of some really, really nasty books that were either withdrawn, unread, unloved, ratty, and smelled like last years socks. I did my part for the ecology - I recycle books too, so they can be made into other books. I moved at least 800 pounds of dirty, dusty, nasty tomes twice -- once into the book van and again at the recycling center.
Sunday, September 11, 2011
|Smoky Hills (North Central Kansas)|
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Friday, September 9, 2011
Take a moment today while in the countryside to look at the flowers along the ditches. You might be pleasantly surprised! Take care and God bless.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
He doesn't ride anymore because of his health. When I asked why he was having his bike worked a couple of weeks ago, he said it was because he wanted it to RUN. He wasn't going to have something that didn't work.
Two years ago he quit riding; two years ago he became very depressed because he couldn't "go". However, he is doing fine with his new little car. He has his own routine: breakfast with the "girls" at 8:00 o'clock; home for a little nap; lunch with his friends at the Emmett bar; home for a while and then later about 3:00, he heads to Mickey's in Rossville to visit with George Love. Old friends.
Today, my dear husband brought Dad's bike home from Topeka Harley Davidson and then spent the afternoon visiting with Dad. When I picked up my husband later in the afternoon, Dad looked 10 years younger! Happy! I know he can't ride the bike (arthritis), but it works!
OBTW, when I took my husband back to get his truck, there was so many detours around the town it took me twice as long to get out of town as it did to get there! No wonder I hate T-town. Glad I live in the Flint Hills.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
There are three things that I am thankful for today:
1. Our home nestled in the Nemaha Mountains in the Kansas Flint Hills. We've lived here for almost 20 years;
2. Our family, even though they are not as close as we'd like our daughter and her family to be, we know they love us. We know we love their little family.
3. We are blessed by God to live in a free country. We move about our country unaccosted and welcomed by the states we visit. We have returned home after an 11 day motorcycle vacation and we are tired, but am glad to get back into the routine again.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
The fog wasn't over the river, but lay in a long heavy blanket about a mile or so south of the river. It stretched up and down the farm land parallel to the river; only about a half mile deep. The visibility was less than a quarter of a mile, but I drove on anyway. Probably too fast.
I was talking to my brother. We talk a couple times a month. He lives in Carbondale and, while we are close, we don't live very close. I got off the cell phone as my car exploded out of the white shroud into clear morning skies and crossed over the Kansas River on the Wamego bridge.
Mist rose in tiny swirls from the surface of the river. The water was warmer than the surrounding air. I think the phenomena is "triple point", but I don't think that is accurate. I do like the idea of fairies dancing ever so lightly, twirling invisibly within the rising mist. That has a more artistic bent to it!
It is another beautiful day in Kansas. On Highway 24, farmers are irrigating the soybeans in a last ditch effort to save their crops. It has been a difficult summer here; the corn crop is not even good for silage. Unless the farmers irrigated; then there is hope. A couple of friends in the Kaw River Valley are combining now, but I haven't talked to them since they started Monday.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Thunk! Something thumped my shoulder and then buzzed around my head. A gray-green blur and then a sharp little chirp, chirp. Criminitlee! A Hummingbird attack!
I ducked. Sure, I smelled sweet. I was ready for work, having dressed in my red library shirt and blue jeans. Ready for a day full of tomes and computer work in a couple of hours -- after a 60 minute drive and a cuppa. (Darn detours).
The little bugger flitted around and chirped again. It was a scold, actually, and then the hummingbird was gone.
I should know better than to wear red. It has happened before, but I prefer the encounters of the natural kind. Guess I won't wear red AND Estee' in the mornings when I water!
Thursday, May 5, 2011
America City, Kansas School House
America City Church
My family took a trip to north Pottawatomie County on Saturday. Actually, we ventured into the very edge of Nemaha County, which is only four miles north of where my father grew up in Havensville, Kansas. We visited the location of a ghost town, America City, Kansas, located on Parallel Road that divides Pottawatomie and Nemaha County.
Kansas Highway 63 is a nice, two-lane blacktop road that starts in St. Marys, Kansas at Highway 24, and continues north to the Nebraska state line. It passes through some of the prettiest farm land in North Central Kansas as well as through and past many little towns that are historically significant to my family.
My father went with us to the location of America City, Kansas; the “Us” being my dear husband, my brother Ray, and me. After an early breakfast at Froggies in St. Marys, we drove to K-Road and 1st (Parallel Road) and surveyed the area.
It was hard to imagine that there were 800 residents in the booming town at the turn of the 20th century. By 1974, the only buildings remaining were the Methodist Church and the school. The Methodist Church was moved from its original location next to the highway to the current site a little north, next to the old school. In 1974, a family made their home in the school and the abandoned church was used as a garage. Now the school house is abandoned and in disrepair; the steeple is gone and lay on the ground next to the church, which is in equally sad shape. An outhouse standing behind the schoolhouse, leans precariously to one side and is in danger of falling down.
My dad’s uncle lived in America City and reared 7 children. We found the old cave that would have been behind the house. The house and foundation are gone as well as any evidence of the General Store they owned. The slight rise in the land was windswept and empty, except for the cave that at one time provided cool storage for food and a place of shelter during the sometimes fierce Kansas storms.
We found America City Cemetery a little further north and west of K-63. It is located on a gentle rolling hill away from the highway. Meadowlarks sang their lonely songs on that windy afternoon as my brother and I traipsed through the ancient markers. I photographed several headstones of relatives who died many, many years ago. Relatives, who came to the America City area as homesteaders, reared their families and then passed from earthly existence. The cemetery is the last visible remnant of many Kansas ghost towns. No one is going to leave.