Carhenge

I think we three sisters have mentioned it before that outside our little hometown sits 30 cars stuck in the ground to replicate England's Stonehenge- named Carhenge.

http://www.carhenge.com/



by WillyZ.


It was built in my junior year of high school and I remember going out to the field that used to be farm ground to get pictures of it for our year book.

The local towns people were split on it: " it was a great work of art in Western Nebraska." Others fell into the group: "it's a junk yard and why would anyone ever stop there and look at a bunch of old cars stuck in the ground."

The first elven years that Keith and I were married our farm was north east of Alliance, and we would drive by Carhenge to and from home. Keith's niece always referred to it as "car wreck." But the thing that always amazed me was that someone was always there pulling in and looking around. Always out of town license plates on their vehicles, usually out of state plates. People liked this? During the summer months it would increase in traffic ten fold.

A summer a couple years back, Sister Three and her family came home for a visit and we went out there so she could get pictures. We walked around and looked around. My kids were amazed as they had never done that. I hadn't walked around since 1987 when I took the year book photos, but it was really neat. You don't get that driving by on the road. You have to stop, get out of your car and walk around.

Last week the Friends of Carhenge announced they could no longer keep enough volunteers out there to man the visitor booth it now housed and would be offering it up for sale.

So if you have $300,000.00 you could purchase a local "land mark" and the sky is the limit on what you would be able to use it for. Some suggestions have been to have a RV camp ground, a go kart race track, and a restaurant on site to help generate revenue. All would be excellent ideas, but now we will wait and see what will happen.

http://www.reuters.com/article/2011/10/31/us-nebraska-carhenge-idUSTRE79T29420111031

It seems that the trio of sisters have gotten very busy.  

I often sit down and begin a new post, only to abandon it.

I discovered that it wasn't nearly as much fun to write the blog after Mom died.

  I knew she would comment no matter what and that once she did, Aunt Sue would.

It's hard to believe that it has been almost two years since Mom died and at that time I would never have suspected that Aunt Sue would be gone in two short years.

I have spent the better part of the evening rereading old posts.  

I've laughed and I've cried.  One might think that I'm feeling very sentimental and nostalgic.

The simple plain truth is that I am procrastinating!

Anything beats doing my math assignment.  I mean, assignments.

I have one paper due on Monday, but it's only 3-5 pages long.

Of course I still haven't read the material that the paper is to be written on, but that's nothing.  

By the following Saturday I have to have a lesson plan (also 3-5 pages) written out, 

a math lesson videotaped and critiqued, and a summation of my student observations written. 

Do I have my lesson plan planned?

Of course not.

Do I have my math lesson videotaped?

Of course not.

Do I have my summation of my student observations written?

Of course not .... but I have observed the students.

That's saying something.

 So, what am I doing?

  I'm dreaming of writing something a bit less stuffy.

Something a bit more uplifting than mathematical learning trajectories.

I'm hoping this might ignite the creative juices .....

but at this point, it's looking doubtful.

We Love New York

We took a little trip to the Big Apple. It was totally different than I expected. I thought people would be really mean because my friend told me when her mom went to New York, a bunch of people yelled at her while standing in line at Dunkin' Donuts because she was taking too long to decide. I purposely avoided Dunkin' Donuts for that reason.

Here are a few shots we took while walking around:

Trump is like everywhere in New York.

 We spent a little time on Park Avenue.

  What's up with those weird steam things?

   We're all happy and well-rested here since no one jumped on our heads at 6 am.

This was my favorite part. I love Danielle Radcliffe. He's so cute.

Broadway was rubbing off on Andrew and he started doing a little singing in the rain.

My feet are extremely wet in this picture.

 What I really needed was a good foot back rub.

I think I need one of those right now too.

Puppy Love

It's true that I think the best smell in the whole 

world is puppy breath.

I go out of my way to find puppies.

Show and Tell is always good for 

a couple of pups every year.

This year was no exception.

I met this one and was a goner.

The kids had named her Vanelope, 

but we renamed her Latte.

You know the old saying, "when it

rains it pours"?

About six months ago, we had adopted Ginger,

 a Papillion-cross who had to be caught in a live trap.

She was scared to death of people and 

her first placement was upset because she 

wouldn't warm up to them.

Naturally she was house-broken, spayed and

had all her shots, but very shy.

She finally decided that Mardell was okay

but she refused to have anything to do with me.

She blessed us while I was gone ....

   

                                   

        

I am in puppy heaven!

Especially since Ginger lets me hold her pups.


I'm just sorry that I have to go to Grand Island for Math!

Southern Hospitality

We experienced true Southern hospitality all day long.

Once again we started the day with the breakfast buffet that the hotel provides.

I'm going to miss grits when I go home.

I've become rather fond of them.

After breakfast we headed down the Interstate toward Montezuma.

We filled up with gas .... ouch .... and continued 

our journey to Andersonville.

Along the way we kept seeing this soft ferny tree.

We finally figured out it was bamboo!

Did you know that there is a species of bamboo 

that will grow in Nebraska?!

Our first stop was the Visitor's Center in Andersonville.

We had hit the Visitor Center in Perry last night and they 

gave us such good information that we decided to stop.

They also had a unique tree that could make

it's way to Nebraska.

I'm sure my better half would appreciate that!

We went to the National Prisoner of War Museum first.

I thought we'd spend fifteen minutes and then move on to the Andersonville prison site.
Boy, was I ever wrong.  We spent almost two hours in the museum.


One of the first displays was designed to give you a vague idea of what it might feel like to initially be captured and taken prisoner.

You're facing a concrete embankment with rifles pointing at and around you.
The slightest movement trips a sensor that starts a recording of people yelling,
shots being fired, directions screamed at you and spotlights dancing around and in your face.
It made the hair on my arms stand up.
It was hard to stand there through the full loop of the recording.

They had information about POWs in every war from the American Revolution to the Gulf War.
I honestly hadn't thought about prisoners of war with the American Revolution nor the War of 1812.  


During the Civil War, some of the women would go to the prisons where their
husbands were being held so that they could be together.  They ended up nursing the prisoners because there was very little medical care.

It was very educational and interesting and we could have easily spent another two hours or so, but I was on overload so we journeyed outside to the site of the Civil War prison.

It was only 85 degrees so we decided to walk the trail.

Visions of Devil's Tower came back to us as we realized

what goes down must come back up!


We were rewarded with a heron or crane of some sort.

Fortunately, we didn't see any of these:

These were the stockades outside the wall of the prison.

I'm not sure what they used them for because if

a prisoner crossed the "dead line"

 with so much as a hand or foot, they were shot

by guards in the pigeon roosts.

This was all the shelter they had from the elements.

45,000 men were imprisoned there.
12,913 died from starvation, disease, and malnutrition.


Captain Henry Wirz was convicted of war crimes after the war
and hanged in Washington D.C.  

From there we went to the Andersonville National Cemetery.

During July and August, 1865, Clara Barton, a detachment of laborers and soldiers, and a former prisoner named Dorence Atwater, came to Andersonville cemetery to identify and mark the graves of the Union dead. As a prisoner, Atwater was assigned to record the names of deceased Union soldiers for the Confederates. Fearing loss of of the death record at war's end, Atwater made his own copy in hopes of notifying the relatives of some 12,000 dead interred at Andersonville. Thanks to his list and the Confederate records confiscated at the end of the war, only 460 of the Andersonville graves had to be marked " Unknown U.S. Soldier."

Every guide was helpful in answering questions.  They were all friendly and very interested in what had brought us to Georgia and where we were from.

After I get home, I'll write about the Civil War Drummer Boy Museum, the site of Charles Lindbergh's first solo flight and our invitation to meet President and Rosalyn Carter.