Along the old railroad path pictured in the last post were a few headstones. They were out in the middle of the woods not too far off the path. The woods is private property now and most of it is fenced off. Normally no one would ever see the graves as the leaves would conceal them. But since the leaves are long gone the headstones could be seen. They are a little hard to read but they listed three people:
An infant that died when it was delivered on October 23, 1836
Isabella Sedwick who died March 10, 1848 at the age of 7
and Marion Sedwick who died January 8, 1850 at the age of 15.
I have no idea who the people were, what they did, why the died or why they are buried in a woods and forgotten. But at least they are remembered here. Another note about this is that a friend of mine drove past here late one night and saw a little girl in an old dress running through the field across the road. Maybe it was Isabella.
Indiana is called the Crossroads of America. Highways and railways cut through the state and can be found everywhere. Railways have declined over the years and now that state is left with this. Tall embankments where railroads once were. Now they are paths through woods with the occasional reminder that machines once passed through. Railroad ties, bits of coal, markers, broken up bridges, even graves, all mark these forgotten railways.
It has been kind of fun looking through my old photos as I begin to wrap up this project. I found this one tonight and I think this particular house has shown up before in these posts. But the house is a favorite and if you ask why, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. I think it might be the location of it, as it’s on a favorite road of mine and the area is pretty. I have never been in this house and it holds a certain mystery to it. I don’t know if I’ll ever go inside it, but the place is pretty and it will always be a favorite.
This is the schoolhouse that where the previous photo was taken and where my camera died. It really is an awesome building, though it is kind of creepy. We were’t able to get into it but the grounds still made for some good photos. There were a couple other small buildings on the property and an old playground. Hopefully we will be able to get into the building one day and hopefully I won’t lose another camera to the place.
Today I went with Hannah and her family to visit Pumpkin Works in Paris, Illinois. The owners of the place have know Hannah’s mom for a long time so we wanted to visit their place. This place was pretty awesome. It has a ton of mazes, indoors and out. All of the indoor ones are super dark, filled with tight spaces, crawling and dead ends, which made for a lot of fun. We went on a few hayrides and got a lengthy lecture on the trees of Illinois. We found some nice pumpkins and had a great day. If you are in Illinois anytime soon, this place is worth checking out.
Down a road I’ve traveled but a few times, I found the remaining structure of what was once a home. Burned down to only its frame. Charred on the sides burning all but the boards & memories. What happened here? Who was affected? Was anyone lost or hurt? What now, for those that have lost? Fire is devastating, possibly runing forever anything that stands in its way.
This photo was taken inside the home, shooting through what was once a window, a barrel was the only color left behind, besides the changing leaves from the fall air.
Where were you when the world stopped 13 years ago? The fact that it has been 13 years is wild. I believe if you were alive and capable of memory you remember minute for minute what you were doing. Here’s my story.
My senior year of high school I signed my paperwork to be a member of the United States Army. I graduated in May and left in August. I was at Ft Jackson, SC. (Things are a lot different now than they were then as far as training and guidelines.) We were not allowed to have any sort of candy or pop. So we would go to the PX (store on base) and buy Ludens cough drops and chew on them as ‘candy’. September 11, I was standing in the PX waiting in line, when I heard chatter and commotion behind me. I turned around in time to see the second plane hit on the t.v. that was mounted on the wall. We all stood there shocked and silent. The base was immediately locked down. No phone calls on or off the base, no mail & every car that came to base was stopped & searched. We were on 24 hour guard duty. It was intense. Emotional. It was nerve racking. I remember not being able to call home for a day or two maybe, I’m not sure, I just know that I needed to call home to be sure my family was ok and they knew that I was ok. (Cell phones were not allowed we just had payphones that were turned on & off by headquarters.)
I am no longer a member of the United States Military. My dog tags hang from my rear view mirror as a reminder. A reminder of many things but most of all that day. For the victims. For the survivors. For the soldiers who continue to fight & those we’ve lost. They risk more than just their life. For the families that support them. For the police & fire who risk their life to save & protect strangers. For the 2,996 lives lost. For the day that will never be forgotten. For the memories we will always share.