The role of the automobile in Indiana’s history is too expansive a topic to fit into one post, so look for future stories highlighting many of the lesser known car manufacturers. Many of these enterprises began as carriage works or wagon makers in the small towns and quiet communities throughout the state.
Shrill whistles, clattering tracks, rhythmic rolling cars … imagine the train depot as it used to be.
I have wonderful memories of feeling the approaching train before hearing the whistle or seeing the blinding light.
I have seen the mail bag tossed and caught, have seen the stationmaster extend notes to the engineer, watched as a working man’s arm reached from the window, catching the note, but never the hook.
As a child, I tried to push the heavy baggage trolleys on their iron wheels across uneven planks. I’ve ridden in steam trains and diesel trains, looked from the uppermost windows of a caboose, and I have stood probably too near the track as freight trains thundered past, feeling a surge of terror and excitement and longing to travel as fast, as far into the unknown.
There is something about baseball – real baseball. Not the mega-million-dollar, made-for-TV broadcasts.
This is baseball at its finest, where the cranks (also known as fans) can breathe in the fresh grass while experiencing that satisfying thud of a fly ball hitting a outfielder’s bare hand for the final out.
These gentlemen players are just that – gentlemen who play the game without swearing, without brawls, without dirty tricks. The visiting team will cheer on the home town guys. When any player makes an impossible catch seem effortless, both dugouts applaud – as do the spectators.
It is worth seeking out these games, and taking all generations. Grandparents might remember stories about locally famous players; younger children will see true sportsmanship in action, and everyone will have a wonderful afternoon together.
A couple of years ago, we spent hours above Luken Airport watching this vintage B-29 perform touch-and-go’s. It’s a shame I didn’t capture the massive roar of the engines, easily heard even at a distance.
In the future, I’ll post some of the nearly 700 pictures I took that day – many of which show a variety of WWII aircraft in flight. Certainly these few frames cannot do the B-29 justice.