When I was a kid I remember traveling to Springfield, Illinois for vacation. My sister Debbie and I stayed with my grandfather one summer and went to a family reunion where we fed the ducks and geese in this historic park. Today I took a walk with my daughter and she too fed the ducks with left over bread crumbs. One beautiful, but greedy Mallard gobbled up most of the leavings.
We stopped at this site that was only constructed in 2010. The pergola and Iron Spring was restored in honor of Otto Wenneborg by his daughter. The rock out front of the site shared that he thought the spring offered restorative and healthy benefits from the iron and mineral mix. At one time, the water had been kept on tap at the once famous, but now gone, Leland Hotel because of belief that it was beneficial for its cure of rheumatism, gout, and indigestion.
Many others over the years have enjoyed Washington Park. Located on the west side of Springfield, this 150-acre site was added to the Springfield Park District in 1901. The park website shares, “This is one of the historic parks, developed as termini of the urban trolley line in use at the time. Designed by Ossian Simonds, noted for his naturalistic style of landscape design, the park is on the National Register of Historic Places. Its design and many features date back to its original development.”
I wish I could have ridden on that trolley and heard the words of visitors to the park so many years ago. A poem that Otto Wenneborg wrote is engraved on the rock in front of the Iron Spring and his first stanza invites visitors to reflect on the beauty of this public place:
“When the leaves are ripe and golden
And their edges trimmed with red,
And the hybrids of the forest are looking for their winter bed
Then I marvel at the beauty
And the One that put it there…
How beautifully stated and how apt for this beautiful fall day where I too marveled at the beauty through the eyes of an adult and the memories of a child!
Petersburg, Illinois is a beautiful place. Located close to Abraham Lincoln’s New Salem, the Petersburg square while not what it once was still has dyanamic architecture like in this photo of the Menard County Historical Society Museum located in the former Frackelton Bank. Built in 1889 on the corner of Seventh & Jackson in Petersburg, Illinois, this lovely Victorian-styled building is on the west side of the Menard County Courthouse Square.
While attending the 2012 Harvest Fest, the museum was open and I decided to take a gander inside. There is a lot of neat circus history of all things in from the past. The safe vault was very cool and the displays were interesting.
For details about this cool stop in the midst of major Lincoln histor and hours, call 217.632.7363.
Yard art is a funny thing. Like all art, either people take to it or not so much. I adore it! Richard Pollard started decorating his yard with his yard art about 25 years ago. Richard’s art tends to run in the auto category which makes sense because that has been his line of business for the past 40 years. His car dealership is right next to the house where he and his wife decorate their yard for their and the public’s enjoyement.
This 1957 Chevy has the names of many visitors that have stopped by and admired Richard’s efforts. His favorite yard art is his bumper yard. There are too many things to mention to see and look at. After interviewing Richard for an upcoming article in Farm World I found there were several things I missed like the shoe tree and credit card tree that were in the front yard. The crashed airplane can’t be missed or the police car that is run up a tree.
Richard’s art work is located on North Broadway next to Pollards Motor Sales in Salem, Illinois. Just park and Richard said walk around and admire!
I don’t often win things so when I do it is something to celebrate. Listening to my favorite radio station WMKR I won a round of golf and headed off to the course with my sister.
We chose an early morning tee-time and Lake Taylorville reflected the sun and the air was filled with the noise of waterfowl dipping in and out of the shoreline. Like my sister said about our game, “It wasn’t pretty, but it was fun”.
While most of my shots were hit or miss, I do have to brag about a shot from the edge of the green where I flipped the ball on and sunk the put. Never mind that it was with a one wood!
The chance to take a morning and spend time with a loved one a gas tank ride away is as the Visa commerical’s say, “Priceless”.