Sunset over the Corn
Both sides of my wife’s family are from Indiana originally.
Her parents were reverse pioneers, leaving the farmsteads of home behind to
settle in the wilds of Rochester. We've
been back several times to visit both sets of grandparents, who grew up within
miles of each other. The first time I had little idea what to expect; my prior mental
impression of Indiana was primarily a vast corn field only interrupted by
football fields and Republican headquarters. While that’s not wholly untrue, I
have really enjoyed our trips there, especially to the grandparents’ farmsteads.
Like many rural locales, it shares the same pace and sense of place as where I
grew up[i].
Less topography, more corn, but the same faded signs on the sides of buildings,
the same frozen parade of gargantuan John Deere contrivances across the local
dealer’s yard, the same cozy local diners where the coffee is a valid
substitute for diesel fuel, and the same generally congenial people.
And for the record, the whole state isn't covered in corn. There’s
some soy too.
But yeah, a lot of corn.
After years in the urban flatlands of Houston, it’s always a
refreshing change of scenery to get to Indiana. I’ve never really blogged about
it, so I realized the other day I had accumulated a lot of great pictures and thought
I’d share some of my favorites to give just a small taste of the place and its
people[ii].
Obviously this is through the eyes of a non-native visitor, so your mileage may
vary. Hopefully they convey my fondness for the place and family I have come to
know there. It’s amazing how a place I’ve never been can make me homesick by
proxy.
Vintage Tractor
Old Cabinet Wood
Barn Beams
On the Porch
Lightning Rod
Grandfather’s Stool
Twin Kiss
(every rural
town has an ice cream stand that doubles as a purveyor of local delicacies…in
this case, pork tenderloin sandwiches)
Barn in Evening Light,
Old Window
Indiana Sunset
Grandfather Durr
Mother
and Daughter
Old Sign
Aerial, Railroad Bridge, Chief Kokomo
Lightning Rod (B&W)
Sherrill’s – Eat Here,
Get Gas
Barn Side
Shed Line, Old
Containers
Patterns in the Wheat[v]
The Throw (playing
cornhole[vi])
His Tools
The Euchre Game[vii]
Heritage, Kate and the
Corn
The McColgins, Carnegie
Library in Sheridan
Indiana Landscape
NOTES
[i]
Except for the odd choice of white to paint many of the barns instead of the
standard issue red.
[ii]
Enough so to refrain from Indiana-themed jokes, like Children of the Corn references, or shouting out "Hoosier daddy?"
[iii]
The Dunhams are related in some manner or another to President Obama, and their
house is right down the way from Kate’s grandparents’ homestead in Sheridan,
Indiana. We never did figure out the specific relationship.
[iv]
The Durr homestead is part of the historic Hoosier Homestead program, hence the
sign.
[v]
Shame on me, I have no idea if this is actually wheat, or whether it was
sorghum, or some other grain that I have been unacquainted with since childhood.
[vi]
Boy was that a moment of confusion when they announced they were going to play
cornhole, a term I’d associated with a completely different context.
[vii] One
of the best parts of these visits are the epic Euchre games, accompanied by
neverending bowls of popcorn. I will admit that, as much as I love the sense of
family closeness and interaction, part of my enthusiasm is based on being able
to trot out the old joke “Left bower? Right bower? I AM the right bower”.
1 comment:
I had the same confusion the first time I heard that game called "cornhole".
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