Driving Home Too Many Points
12/30/07 11:24 AM | Up Chucks
I have a passion for history. But it is always changing. History that is. I am fond of Covered Bridges and reminders of the industry of people and their triumphs over nature. Remembering a past I have been part of or a past that is far from me are becoming more alike as I get older. In other words I am forgetting some of those small things that made impressions on me outside of the daily routines of my past. By exercising my nostalgia muscle I have been exorcising my fading memory demons.
Yesterday morning I left Jenni sleeping and went to Tire Barn where Mark took care of the tire reintroduction to the Deutsches Mädchen. A two mile longer than necessary drive back home mini-shakedown and I was back with a plan.
Jenni was up, her hair was wet and she was dressed, I knew she had either really exerted herself getting on her sweater or she had taken a shower. I said,
"Where do you want to have breakfast?" "Blueberry Hill," came her response. "It is always so crowded, but I want to try it." I said, "O.K. if its not too crowded, but I have to pack up the computer too, because there are two covered bridges in Carroll County that are waiting to be photographed. She agreed.
I am just full of surprises. I had read about those bridges in a State pamphlet about the Wabash River Corridor and wanted to see them in the wild. Carroll County is just west of Hancock County, and Kokomo.
Vermont Covered Bridge in Highland Park, Kokomo Indiana Chuck Pace © 2007
Jenni and I loaded up and drove to Blueberry Hill as advertised. It was packed, as expected. We sat in the lot and I got out the computer and GPS. We decided to do "The Hill" some other time. I said, "Le Peep is in the strip-mall by the Carmel store, we could do breakfast there on the way north to Kokomo." Again she agreed and we were off like a dirty shirt. With a 15 minute wait for seats at Le Peep it was into the Roberts North store for 10. Food ordered, food arrived. Fed, we had fuel to burn as did the mädchen.
North on SR31. At one five mile stretch we were mirrored in the other lane by our mirror, a black '93 525i with a happy young lad with an oversized accelerator foot behind the wheel. I let him fade off in the North (West would have been more Hollywood but it doesn't always happen like in the movies) and maintained a 60ish cruise on the 60 mph stretch. Soon we were in Stoplight City, the land of Roth, Kokomo. I drive us over to Highland Park and we stopped at the Vermont Covered Bridge for photos and stretchies, Duckies. First objective met, and a surprise to Jenni until I turned off of Washington St. then she properly guessed my enclosed water spanning structure ulterior motivation, she's a clever girl.
That done and done, we headed back north to St. Rd 22 and then west thru Burlington (which would fit inside a Coat Factory super-store) to the Village of Bolivar and the Adams Mill and Adams Mill Bridge (also covered). Before Adams Mill we encountered a Round Barn (the 2nd of the day) and I saw a traffic sign in the ditch that had gone bump bump under a cars bumper. A scant 5 miles from Boliver stands the Lancaster Bridge, itself a stones throw from tiny Owasco on 421. We went north to Delphi, and Jenni found a Rock Shop
to visit and I found a few memories of 1976 as I mentioned above. From there we returned south on 421/39 and were treated to a great photo opp in Rossville, then down to Frankfort and their Courthouse, city center and the very odd Farmers Bank.
By now it is getting a little dark outside and we decide that it's time to head home. So from Frankfort its highway 39 South to 38 West at Antioch where there is only three houses and a Church (where Brother Maynard hid the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch I might add), just south of there was the 3rd round barn of the day. South, Kirkland and 421 again and continuing south thru Waugh and Rosston and finally into Indy and a visit for Jenni to the Fashion Mall and Sephora. Mmmm, she always smells like heaven to me anyway, but I'm glad she's happy. It was a good day. It was so 'Money' and it didn't even know it 'Big Money'. Finally, Good money after bad.
Some History: When I went to college my parents sold the Farm in RR#3 Alexandria in Madison county and moved to Greentown in Hancock county. I didn't grow up in Hancock County. I grew up in Grant and Madison Counties. When I was in High School and living
on the Farm outside Alexandria my mom's little sister Carolyn got herself married. John Vaughn was my Uncle then, and he and Carol lived in Delphi Indiana in Carroll County. John was driving a big cube van delivery truck for for a seed company and I was driving a VW Beetle. On spring break I went to spend a half week in Delphi with John and Carol, and ended up riding with John on deliveries one day. This was two years after tornadoes ravaged Monticello Indiana 15 miles away in nearby White Co. and I got to see first hand the destruction of downtown Monticello. While in Delphi Aunt Carol and I walked
to the town square and across from the courthouse we got a pizza to go and carried it back to the apartment. The next day was the delivery day and John and I talked and drove and unloaded 60 lb... bags of treated seeds at multiple stops. John slipped a disc in his back and I ended up driving the Truck back from Lebanon I t had 10 or 12 forward gears and three low-low gears and was a nightmare to shift, but I never got into the high-high gears or the low-low gears. Each time I started I started in low second gear since the truck was almost empty and I never got in the highest ranges because of speeds under 50 mph. It was dark before we got back. A mile from the depot I pulled off and John drove the last mile in agony (insurance reasons, learners permit, being a minor etc...), then I drove his 72 ford pick-up back into Delphi and to the apartment. I was a nervous wreck, but the next day I had to drive John to Monticello to a Chiropractor, at least it was daylight.
Frankfort Courthouse, Farmers Bank and "Old Stony" City Center
Bring Out the Holy Hand Grenade Brother Maynard
Chuck Pace©2007
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Yesterday morning I left Jenni sleeping and went to Tire Barn where Mark took care of the tire reintroduction to the Deutsches Mädchen. A two mile longer than necessary drive back home mini-shakedown and I was back with a plan.
Jenni was up, her hair was wet and she was dressed, I knew she had either really exerted herself getting on her sweater or she had taken a shower. I said,
I am just full of surprises. I had read about those bridges in a State pamphlet about the Wabash River Corridor and wanted to see them in the wild. Carroll County is just west of Hancock County, and Kokomo.
Vermont Covered Bridge in Highland Park, Kokomo Indiana Chuck Pace © 2007
North on SR31. At one five mile stretch we were mirrored in the other lane by our mirror, a black '93 525i with a happy young lad with an oversized accelerator foot behind the wheel. I let him fade off in the North (West would have been more Hollywood but it doesn't always happen like in the movies) and maintained a 60ish cruise on the 60 mph stretch. Soon we were in Stoplight City, the land of Roth, Kokomo. I drive us over to Highland Park and we stopped at the Vermont Covered Bridge for photos and stretchies, Duckies. First objective met, and a surprise to Jenni until I turned off of Washington St. then she properly guessed my enclosed water spanning structure ulterior motivation, she's a clever girl.
That done and done, we headed back north to St. Rd 22 and then west thru Burlington (which would fit inside a Coat Factory super-store) to the Village of Bolivar and the Adams Mill and Adams Mill Bridge (also covered). Before Adams Mill we encountered a Round Barn (the 2nd of the day) and I saw a traffic sign in the ditch that had gone bump bump under a cars bumper. A scant 5 miles from Boliver stands the Lancaster Bridge, itself a stones throw from tiny Owasco on 421. We went north to Delphi, and Jenni found a Rock Shop
By now it is getting a little dark outside and we decide that it's time to head home. So from Frankfort its highway 39 South to 38 West at Antioch where there is only three houses and a Church (where Brother Maynard hid the Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch I might add), just south of there was the 3rd round barn of the day. South, Kirkland and 421 again and continuing south thru Waugh and Rosston and finally into Indy and a visit for Jenni to the Fashion Mall and Sephora. Mmmm, she always smells like heaven to me anyway, but I'm glad she's happy. It was a good day. It was so 'Money' and it didn't even know it 'Big Money'. Finally, Good money after bad.
Some History: When I went to college my parents sold the Farm in RR#3 Alexandria in Madison county and moved to Greentown in Hancock county. I didn't grow up in Hancock County. I grew up in Grant and Madison Counties. When I was in High School and living
to the town square and across from the courthouse we got a pizza to go and carried it back to the apartment. The next day was the delivery day and John and I talked and drove and unloaded 60 lb... bags of treated seeds at multiple stops. John slipped a disc in his back and I ended up driving the Truck back from Lebanon I t had 10 or 12 forward gears and three low-low gears and was a nightmare to shift, but I never got into the high-high gears or the low-low gears. Each time I started I started in low second gear since the truck was almost empty and I never got in the highest ranges because of speeds under 50 mph. It was dark before we got back. A mile from the depot I pulled off and John drove the last mile in agony (insurance reasons, learners permit, being a minor etc...), then I drove his 72 ford pick-up back into Delphi and to the apartment. I was a nervous wreck, but the next day I had to drive John to Monticello to a Chiropractor, at least it was daylight.
Frankfort Courthouse, Farmers Bank and "Old Stony" City Center
Bring Out the Holy Hand Grenade Brother Maynard
Chuck Pace©2007
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