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Friday, July 27, 2012

Field of Dreams...

Growing up in small town Indiana afforded me many luxuries.  Say huhwha?  You heard me.
Spending last week yukking it up with my sisters- we all invaded the "hometown sister's" house- made me realize what an influence the landscape of our childhood had on us.
While we were busy tending to the business of growing up and turning our parents hair gray, the Indiana landscape was busy shaping each of us.
The smell of freshly mowed grass while I argued "She started it!"
The perfect rows of corn fields between my house and my best friend's farm.
The sway of wheat in the wind while we roared past singing "Sweet Child of Mine!"
The glassy reflection off the lake during those first awkward flirtations.
The sound of crickets over our whispered plans to save the world.
The sound of a combine while I logged in my hoop time each night.  (Basketball is the 11th commandment in Indiana- "thou shall love basketball")
This must be what shaped my "It Ain't The House" outlook.







Once in a blue moon, I get the chance to talk with the friend that grew up on the other side of the cornfield.
 It is always like a breath of fresh Indiana air.  (Not the stinky pig manure kind of Indiana air but the first scents of spring kind of air!)  There is something settling about friends that knew you before you could vote, before families, before careers, before mortgages and waaaay before crows feet tiptoed across your face!
I roared out of town at the end of our visit.  This time, in a minivan.  This time, singing along to Raffi.  Instead of shouting to my girlfriends in the backseat "Pass me the Aquanet!", I shouted to my kiddos  "Pass me my camera!  Just get a look at those fields!"

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50 comments:

  1. I live in a small Indiana town..and love every minute of it! There is a basketball hoop in our backyard..if we are home there is the sound of dribbling in our driveway :) Love the pictures..it's just like home :)
    Beth

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  2. Gorgeous pics! Love the barbed wire.

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  3. The barbed wire and the windmill look very much like an Australian scene.

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  4. Beautiful shots! You sure brought back some memories for me as well.

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  5. Lovely pics and great scenery :) Thanks for linking to Beach Cottage Good Life Wednesdays.

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  6. Love your pictures! I grew up in a small northern Indiana town! Lots of memories, too!

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  7. Beautiful photos!! Hopping over from Brambleberry Cottage!

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  8. I'm over from Brambleberry..
    I really enjoyed your beautiful photos.
    I'm signing up to follow. :)

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  9. I can so identify with your love of the country, Kerry! Just to be able to see acres of land WITHOUT buildings and houses is SUCH a blessing! I LOVE living in the wide open spaces. ;)

    Thanks for linking to Time Travel Thursday again this week. Your images are absolutely fabulous.

    Blessings,
    Liz @ the Brambleberry Cottage
    http://thebrambleberrycottage.blogspot.com/

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  10. I love this post ! I'm from ( and still live in ) Iowa . We have a lot of the same scenery.
    I'm now fillowing you via Linky Followers too :)

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  11. Wonderful photos. I'm a country girl at heart even though I've lived in the city for more than 30 years now. Nothing tugs at my heartstrings quite like a drive through con and cattle country.

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    1. Me, too, Ann! I forget how wonderful the wide open spaces are!
      Thanks for popping by!

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  12. Mmmm,...what fabulous pictures you took. Makes me feel like I'm right there, smelling pig manure. Big inhale. Oh yeah,....that's pig manure. :)

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    1. Love the smell of pig manure on a summer day! ewwww!

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  13. We've got both the stinky pig manure and the spring air scent here depending on which side of the driveway you stand on. LOL ;) Cute blog. Great post!

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  14. From the time I was 9 till I was 40 I lived in small Indiana towns , and there was a sweetness about it !

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    1. It is sweet! It always makes me nostalgic for home!
      Thanks, Sharon.

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  15. you had me at roaring past swaying wheatfields singing Sweet Child of Mine ... then those gorgeous pics reeled me in ... love it!

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  16. Thanks, Melissa! Let's karaoke 80's songs!

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  17. This post just made me stop, take a deep breath, and smile. Good one girl, and those photos are AMAZING! I would LOVE to print out the one with the windmill and the fence in the foreground. For my living room. It just reminds me to settle down and enjoy the simple things:) That be cool with you?

    I would be totally excited if you stopped by to link these up this weekend at my party:)
    Kim

    http://too-much-time.com/2012/03/get-schooled-saturday-13.html

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    1. Thank you, Kim! I would be thrilled if you printed it!
      Great minds think alike- I already linked up at your par-taaay!

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  18. Gorgeous pictures. I grew up on 40 acres and how have to content myself for a quarter acre. I'm putting in my raised beds today. Think anyone would notice if I added that windmill?

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    1. Raised beds already? Still too cold here but I am counting the days until I can play in the dirt!
      Thanks, Kelly!

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  19. Beautiful pics - this post takes me back to my own Hoosier childhood. :) I still rock "Sweet Child O Mine," though - is that wrong?

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    1. "Sweet Child of Mine" is never wrong. Never.
      Thanks, Robyn.

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  20. It sounds like a lovely way to have grown up. Having spent my childhood in the suburbs of New York City, I was fortunate to have both the leafy green and the big city...

    Great pictures, too!

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    1. Even if I didn't know it then, it was a lovely backdrop to my childhood!
      Thanks, Sharon from NYC!

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  21. O beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain

    Lovely, lovely post.

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    1. That song runs through my head whenever I'm breezing through Indiana!
      Thanks, Shelton!

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  22. Beautiful!
    ... such a lovely place :)

    Greetings from Australia♥

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    1. Ooooh, Australia! Now we are really talking "lovely places"!
      Thanks, Pernilla!

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  23. Awww.... love this post! Maybe it's because I live in Indiana!! Oh, and I coach 3rd grade boys basketball... I follow the Commandments :)

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  24. Carolyn! I'm from Indiana and I coach 3rd grade basketball!

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  25. Love it! Where were the pictures taken exactly? I don't recognize the windmill.

    Everything you listed... is something I hope my kids can take away from our small town if they one day up and leave me ;-) They are things that did shape and make such a difference in my life.

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    1. Hi, Tiffany. These were taken on a back road somewhere between Liberty and Connersville.
      Thank you so much!

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  26. This is so pretty! I would like to invite you to enter my Giveaway. I am celebrating my blog's third birthday. See you there :-)

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  27. Hometown smells are the best smells of all. That is, unless your hometown houses a sewer treatment plant.

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    1. Ain't that the truth??
      Thanks for popping by!

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  28. Sounds very much like Ontario when I was a youngin'. Miss seeing windmills and farm animals out in the fields. Thanks for the trip down summers path. Patty/BC

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    1. Hi, Patty! Thank you for popping by!
      It melts me every time I visit!

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  29. That was good Kerry! I grew up near the Indiana state line..."you can spit from our front porch to the Indiana state line"...Anyway, I love the corn fields, the smell of freshly turned rich black dirt in the spring, That first spring mowing of the grass smelled so sweet. Thank you for the reminder of home.

    Pam

    ps- I'm working on your chairs this weekend. This darn heat has been too much to be working on them. Thanks heavens for the break!

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    1. Thank you, Pam! If you didn't start on chairs, can I come paint them? My fancy paint arrived!

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  30. Just gorgeous! Love the turbine or windmill or whatever you call it! Such beautiful photos.

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    1. Thank you, Anne! I get all swoony when I get to drive old country roads!
      Thanks for popping by!

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