July 4th weekend we decided to meet up at the eldest daughter’s place for some home-cooked vittles before starting out on a long day trip.
We enjoyed eggs, bacon, hash browns and toast—not to mention some ‘pour-over’ coffee. You know, I do believe she payed attention to my cooking tips. 😉 Click on photos to see ‘Captions”.
About the drive…..we headed off after this supercharge breakfast on the Kansas Quilt Trail. Here’s a portion of the map.
As beginners, we learned that there are no warnings of quilt blocks coming up. The map is just a general reference and you must be on the lookout for them. GPS markers would really help if anyone has the ambition to enter them(clears throat). In the next few Thursday Doors, I’ll be sharing our experience. To start here is a little taste of western Kansas.
If you carefully read the story below, you’ll see that the farm land was owned by John Speer and the current house located here once sat diagonally across the street was not owned by John Speer. It was moved here in 2000 honoring John Speer, the founding citizens of Lawrence who showed great resolve in rebuilding after the Quantrill raid of 1863 as well as preserving the architecture of that time. Being a Missouri girl, I do not like being categorized as a ‘Bushwacker’ but since Kansas has taken such great care of my daughter’s college education, I will tolerate it just this once. 😉
We were the only people present at the time. It was Father’s Day weekend and I’m sure many had made special plans. As you can see, our plans were bent on sight-seeing.
And being as we weren’t in anyone else’s way, we peeked inside a bit….
On June 16, Father’s Day, we took a little drive to Lawrence, Kansas. Surprise! lol For those who read this blog now and then, you know we end up there often to see our eldest.
I’m about to take you along the path of an F4 tornado this Thursday Doors. There are actually doors that survived and many that didn’t. I tried to pare down the number of photos I’m sharing as there is,obviously, much destruction. That is the reason I’m sharing. The latest viewof a choice few of this tech-savvy generation is that you can take these things lightly. The very reason there were no casualties, I’m pleased to say, is that these Kansans were not outside taking selfies or storm-chasing.
So now with no further chastising, I have scenes of the May 28, 2019 tornado devastation. Our continued prayers for these victims as they try to rebuild lives and livelihoods.
To dispel certain notions, this part of Kansas is not entirely flat as you can see. Not a good idea to pass in other words. Sorry if you get behind a tractor. Their wheat crop is about to feed the world.
Doors here are intact. Roof, not so much.
Between the house and garage is a barn or other outbuilding crumpled into a heap.
This house was pretty much unscathed as is the way of tornadoes. One house damaged, the next untouched.
The picture in my mind of so many farmhouses I knew growing up. Does my heart good to see it still standing.
There’s a screen door in the distance that I bet withstood some pretty torential winds.
This my friends is Ground Zero of that tornado path. Scouring of the earth is what comes directly to mind. If you look at the horizon, you can see the trees that were in the path versus those that still have all their foliage. So thankful the city of Lawrence was not hit directly and that everyone is safe. And thanks to my eldest daughter for the guided tour to show the world the seriousness of this sort of natural disaster.
I hope you can endure yet another one of my momma brag moments.
Progressing closer to securing that PhD. The eldest daughter has passed her exams. Now a few steps left. In other words, oral defenses, a dissertation, and a mountain of research. Don’t even ask about the job application process.
Steps up Mt. Oread
One of the photos she’s shared over the last 2 years.
The Groundbreaking for this entry into the Thursday Doors was in 2014. Not vintage doors by any means, but what lies beyond them are pretty cool.
In an office somewhere back in 2013, a KU alumni purchased for a mere $4.3 million, the original rules of basketball. And these are the doors you enter to see them.
James Naismith was the author of these original rules and KU has embraced both Naismith and the generously donated ‘rules’ with the DeBruce Center. I’m a little short on time this week but hopefully the following collage will give it some recognition it deserves.
James Naismith complete with ‘baskets’
First View of the DeBruce Center
Centered is one of the bicycles you can rent for a ride around Lawrence
View of doors and Naismith to the left.
Quiet weekends won’t last long once classes resume.
Original Rules of Basketball engraved on this wall.
When your daughter has a request, you do what most mothers do…..Fill that request. On this occasion, I took myself through this door and got busy.
The plan was to get some window treatments to keep the heat out in summer and the heat in during the upcoming winter months. Trying to save on the utility bill in other words plus stay comfortable. Not to mention, the daughter gets to control the thermostat for the whole building. Sounds good until she found out her apartment was always the warmest in summer and coldest in winter. The culprit….all those dang windows. So rather than buy the store variety, we joined our resources and with a little elbow grease, thread and time, we managed to recreate for 1/3 the price what she could have picked up. The only downside was the wait. It takes time to measure, cut and sew it all up. But mission accomplished and if nothing else, the sun won’t be quite as bright in those east windows every morning.
I think this is where I’m supposed to insert something about ‘on the backs of immigrants’ as I wasn’t tall enough to reach the foot pedal while making the shades. We are very proud of our immigrant heritage and I’m going to heist those books someday in the future for some ‘light’ reading. History is always worth reading and remembering.
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