Home from the Prairie

Here we are again at Prophetstown State Park at the confluence of the Wabash and Tippecanoe Rivers.

We were greeted each morning by a world blanketed in dense fog which burned away by noon.  The view across this prairie afforded a look at the ridge opposite under clear skies.  The picture is good: it's the fog, not bad photography.

The grasses are seven feet tall.  Walking through them could get one quite disoriented.  Best follow a deer trail, or stay out altogether.

The idea of the park was to restore a natural prairie as it would have existed two hundred years ago.  All non-native plant species were removed and replaced with the original type flora.

Wiener and BBBH enjoyed the sunny afternoons.  So did I.

Lulu and Grizz on their leashes stopped by with Rececca for a visit, and a pet of course.

 

Louie led devotions at sunset

When the sun went down, the heavier outerwear was donned.  Visiting with friends and thanking our Creator is what it is all about.

Historic Prophetstown, the House

I found the house and its furnishings to be quite fascinating.  Everything is maintained in style and furnishings ala 1920.  The house is a Sears product, and was listed in the 1919 Sears, Roebuck and Company catalogue at $3141.

 I included this framed print which makes me think of Grandmother on the Colorado high plains.  Style is derivative of Grant Wood, but I don't know the artist.

 When I was a child we had a wood-burning kitchen range exactly like this one, only different.  Ours was entirely black rather than the fancy-schmancy enamel job seen here.  The galvanized tub was set on the kitchen floor on Saturday night.  Baths for all, whether needed or not.  Also about five of our houses would have fit inside this one house.

 The telephone is bolted to the kitchen wall.  No one ever said, "Dial my number; I can't find my phone."

 This beautiful copper washing machine is double-action, both swirling the clothes around and stomping up and down.  This machine was patented in 1909, and it is believed that this one was built in 1917.  It is electric, and it works!  I saw it with my own eyes.

 I thought this clothes hanger made for a couple of interesting snapshots.

 Uncle Ben and Aunt Fern had an identical separator in their milk room.  Hand-cranked.

Walked past the wagon with hardly a glance; but then I did a double-take, stepped back a few steps and snapped the picture.