I just got back from a trip to Indiana. I attended a high school reunion. Boy!! Talk about a trip down memory lane. I have lived in Texas for 51 years.
Interestingly, because of the Internet, email, Facebook, and cell phones, keeping in touch isn't near as difficult as it used to be. I once went for a period of about 30 years without any contact at all with old classmates. We came from a small town and opportunities lay elsewhere. We scattered to the winds.
Then, along came computers, email, Facebook, and cell phones and voice mail. Slowly, we began to rekindle relationships. We're probably nearly as close now as we ever were. We just don't see each other as often as we once did. I now communicate on a fairly regular basis with people that were classmates as we attended kindergarten.
Anyhow, it was great fun. I, once again, became cozy with my favorite food, the very Hoosier, breaded tenderloin sandwich. They are dinner plate size. The rather old fashioned mashed potatoes and gravy were still as creamy as I remembered them. They are not like mortar joint compound.
We visited the Tippecanoe Battlegrounds. where the Prophet, brother of Tecumseh, was defeated. That fight got President Tyler elected. We also visited the graves of my great, great, great, great grandpa and grandma. Grandpa fought in the War of 1812 and died in 1837. He carved his farm out of the woods. We visited the site of one of the few remaining covered bridges in Indiana. I wanted to get down to the IU campus in Bloomington, Indiana, but we just ran out of time.
The corn is unbelievably high. It is only August and it is 10-12' high. The ears have already set on, but the silks haven't turned yet.......soon, tho. It will be a bumper crop, baring any unsavory weather. We followed Wildcat Creek and it's thick woods all over the place and crossed the Wabash River a few times. The words to "Back Home Again in Indiana" began to come to mind. Seeing "candlelight through the Sycamores" could have been a reality.
Of course, I have lived in Texas for 50 years, now. I am truly a Texan. However, a very important part of my life is still a welcome visit, from time to time. After college, I headed West, as the man said, and sought adventure.
It's been a good ride.
Interestingly, because of the Internet, email, Facebook, and cell phones, keeping in touch isn't near as difficult as it used to be. I once went for a period of about 30 years without any contact at all with old classmates. We came from a small town and opportunities lay elsewhere. We scattered to the winds.
Then, along came computers, email, Facebook, and cell phones and voice mail. Slowly, we began to rekindle relationships. We're probably nearly as close now as we ever were. We just don't see each other as often as we once did. I now communicate on a fairly regular basis with people that were classmates as we attended kindergarten.
Anyhow, it was great fun. I, once again, became cozy with my favorite food, the very Hoosier, breaded tenderloin sandwich. They are dinner plate size. The rather old fashioned mashed potatoes and gravy were still as creamy as I remembered them. They are not like mortar joint compound.
We visited the Tippecanoe Battlegrounds. where the Prophet, brother of Tecumseh, was defeated. That fight got President Tyler elected. We also visited the graves of my great, great, great, great grandpa and grandma. Grandpa fought in the War of 1812 and died in 1837. He carved his farm out of the woods. We visited the site of one of the few remaining covered bridges in Indiana. I wanted to get down to the IU campus in Bloomington, Indiana, but we just ran out of time.
The corn is unbelievably high. It is only August and it is 10-12' high. The ears have already set on, but the silks haven't turned yet.......soon, tho. It will be a bumper crop, baring any unsavory weather. We followed Wildcat Creek and it's thick woods all over the place and crossed the Wabash River a few times. The words to "Back Home Again in Indiana" began to come to mind. Seeing "candlelight through the Sycamores" could have been a reality.
Of course, I have lived in Texas for 50 years, now. I am truly a Texan. However, a very important part of my life is still a welcome visit, from time to time. After college, I headed West, as the man said, and sought adventure.
It's been a good ride.
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