Mother, her brother and sisters attended a one-room schoolhouse back in their childhood days. My grandmother was a one-room schoolhouse teacher for a good portion of her twenties. And my own experiences in a one room schoolhouse that housed our local 4-Her’s, offered a place to have ice cream socials, drew in folks for community dinners as well as accomodated the location of my first bridal shower gives these places a big chunk of my heart. So I was happy to find this well-kept school on K-99 right before we were ready to head back to Lawrence on I-70. It was a perfect ending to our long drive on the Kansas Quilt Trail. I hope you enjoy my picture version of personal nostalgia this Thursday Doors.
View across from the schoolhouse—the gated community, rural American style.
It’s been my experience that there were little kitchenettes in either the front or rear of these schools. I’d say this one was inside that back door. Notice the chimney often used for heating with a potbelly stove.
Where asphalt and gravel meet.
Brownie points if you’ve ever had to scrape your boots off on those metal devices before.
Thanks for your kind attention this week as I shared this old piece of 1800’s history. Please take time and visit our Doors host, Norm 2.0 and he’ll direct you to more doors from all over the world.
Seems my choice for this post was fairly timely seeing as we had a little snowfall. I love yesterday’s latest tweet I read from Lawrence, Ks PD. Here’s a screenshot/pic……
We had more than a little light snow here in Mid-Missouri. The schools closed due to icy roads …or most of them closed. Some may be in denial on the road conditions. I need to install a live video feed of my neighborhood of the drive-by’s for the schools out there. hehe
For now though I’m going to share some of the Wonder of Winter through the eyes of a child. Hope your Tuesday isn’t a washout.
Traveling down K-99 towards I-70 (also known as the Road to Oz) we veered off the Kansas Quilt Trail. But we still enjoyed the charm of billowing clouds, rural farm scenes and just the way wide open spaces rest my eyes.
Windy is a normal thing for Kansas and maybe you can tell by the clouds how turbulent the air was that day. But not in the tornadic sense of the word, thankfully. It was actually very good weather to be outdoors for a Midwest day in July.
I love the clipping above. The author, Major Edward Bowes, was a radio personality from the 30’s and 40’s. Most famous for his amateur talent show that ran on the radio for 18 years. In fact, one famous singer was featured on his show that everyone will know unless you’re from Mars–that being Frank Sinatra. I found a clip of him singing but I think it might take a bit away from grandma’s clipping. This isn’t about Ol’ Blue Eyes. No disrespect intended. Another time I’ll revisit Frank circa 1935.
I like the clipping above for many of its facets. But Scatter Sunshine really strikes a chord with me. I feel like by acting on this two-word phrase, everything else will follow….a heart free from hate, worry-free mind, love-filled life, thinking of others…..you get the idea I’m sure. Nowadays, we hear of those paying it forward. Very similar thought process. And why not?! What do you have to lose with being kind.
Being creative this week in the sewing room and I hope these creations will scatter some sunshine somewhere when they are complete.
Not really taking any votes on these 2 versions of the Pine Tree quilt block. But my preference is the one on the left. They’ll be ready shortly.
What the heck, I’m sharing Frank Sinatra here anyway. Enjoy!! Scattering Sunshine on Inez’s Clippings!
I have rarely participated in Black Friday. I happen to think it’s a ploy to rob me. But this year was different. I actually called my mother to invite her along. Stop The Press!!
Yes there was some urgency.
There was a notice in our paper that the owner of this shop had passed away. And they are selling her fabric at a significantly lower price and closing shop. This local business has been a very big blessing in our area. We live an hour in any direction from the nearest big chain fabric store. (Until recently, we acquired a Hobby Lobby) But let’s get real. This was the Ultra fabric stop for serious quilters.
Mom and I decided to check out the bargains and show our support for the family. This must be difficult for them.
Below is my ‘haul’. I am planning some serious sewing this coming year.
Welcome to small town, USA. In this case you have a view down Main Street, Green Ridge, Missouri. To your left is the Business District….about 6 or 7 buildings. Across from it there once were buildings that, unfortunately, were destroyed by fire in days long before I was born.
Think of the cattle drives that went down this street to the stock yards. The cattle were ‘stashed’ in the foreground, fenced until the cattle cars arrived to haul them back East. I used to listen enthralled as my third grade teacher told us these stories. It’s thanks to her that I’m repeating them this Thursday Doors.
For the purposes of the subject matter, I’m going to display some pictures of the Green Ridge Hotel.
Recently, a someone decided to take it upon themselves to save this building. I wonder if they know about the legend that Frank James stayed here once? It’s rumored he was waiting for his brother Jesse to send word to him on ‘plans’. I don’t know how much truth to this there is, but the railroad ended just next to this hotel in 1870, the year Green Ridge was platted (mapped) as a town.
I would love to know if someone has a record of this hotel’s guests!
Before it was rescued to its current state of an apartment, it held a local bar that I have to admit entering as a highschooler. A girlfriend wanted to purchase a pack of cigarettes while we were on lunch break. (wink) My how times have changed. You can’t leave a school during school hours anymore. And those cigarettes are no longer obtainable under age 18 (I kicked the habit in 1990 btw), much less entering a bar under age 21. Wait! and now pot is medicinally approved! Whodathunk?
And that’s what memories are made of when walking past doors of your youth. Hope you’ve enjoyed this weeks entry to Norm 2.0’s Thursday Door. Please visit his blog by clicking here and finding the other entrants. He’ll direct your way.
One hundred thirty-three years have passed and this one is still standing in Sedalia, Missouri. Progress has downed several buildings around it, creating parking lots in the process, but Calvary Episcopal Church is a survivor. Just a few photos for this Thursday Doors and little hype. I have always admired the beautiful stained glass and the building itself as a whole. A lovely testament that early Sedalians intended to stay.
Mother leading the way to the entrance of the Veterans Home in Mexico, Missouri.
According to information provided on the Missouri Veterans Commission home page, a person must require institutional health care services, among other criteria to become a resident of one of these facilities. My Uncle Neal is one such person. He has severe short term memory loss and requires a significant amount of supervision. He can have a decent conversation with his visitors, but tomorrow, it will most likely be forgotten.
We’ve all entered the doors of these sort of places that have ‘that smell’ and I commend this home for not being in that category. And for my Uncle’s sake, I’m much appreciative.
This is a display donated by a previous Missouri governor, Kit Bond. It houses ‘coins’ he collected over the years. I only wish I could have read the card a little better. Basically these are Challenge Coins (the proper name) and are presented to recognize special achievement to military members.
You can see the childlike state my uncle is in at this moment in the way he holds a hand.
Watching a parade put on by the wonderful staff.
Three of the 5 siblings & me.
Pictured above: our humble entourage that included my husband (the photographer for these shots) and my mother, aunt and myself. I love the moment captured between my aunt and uncle above. This is her true, genuine, caring, nurturing nature. Love her!
Let us all remember and honor those who have served in the upcoming Season of Giving and be especially thankful for the sacrifices made.
Wooldridge, Missouri was a victim of the Flood of ’93. Driving down into the Overton Bottoms Refuge area (which is adjacent to Wooldridge), it’s hard to get a feel for the volume of water that ran this town into near collapse. This Sign signifies an entrance.
The map helps our minds grasp a picture of the area the refuge embodies.
Pointing the way
Missouri River bottoms
Looking East towards the river.
Returning to town.
There were still crops to harvest at the time we meandered down this gravel road.
Old grain elevator
Flood waters ran over these tracks.
Driving over the tracks, aka city limits.
I didn’t find a lot of information about Wooldridge, Missouri other than the flooding of ’93 and the founder’s name. But I found several moments where I wished for someone to be standing outside that I could have asked a few questions. In the meantime, I leave you with the last photo here of some hidden doors that are behind that semi- trailer.
Sidenote: I found it tough to snap photos of the delapidated places we drove past here. I felt I was nearly intruding on these residents and the conditions some were actually living in. But hindsight has brought me the realization that I should have photographed it for various reasons. One huge reason is for a viewpoint of the lasting impact of natural disasters. Lesson learned.