Visit the Capital of Ohio? I believe I will!

I left my friends’ house and headed for the first stop of the week. It was a facility that loaded the grain right on to barges that took the product to where it was needed.

After that, it was off through the countryside.

I saw plenty of corn,

and soy,

and corn and soy,

interspersed with the occasional stop at a grain elevator. The next time I do this, I will definitely figure out a way to plot where I have traveled. Honestly, I felt like I was driving circles some days – and I probably was.

Here’s a somewhat amusing anecdote: I had stopped for the night and I drove over to the closest restaurant for dinner. I was sitting there, eating whatever I had ordered and I looked up and saw a van from Great Plain Analytical Laboratories – my company!

I was all excited. I wondered who was driving that vehicle and where they were seated in the restaurant.

That is, I was excited until I realized that the van was the one I was driving. At that point, I realized that I was pretty darned tired and needed a bit of rest before the next day’s labors. I got back to my room and got a good night’s sleep. The next day was Friday, and after that comes the weekend.

This weekend would find me near Columbus, the capital of Ohio.

This image is thanks to my Preferred Source. In all the photos I took of the place, I didn’t get one of the west façade. Since I knew the building was not open for visitors, I satisfied myself with looking at the sculptures and memorials on the campus around it.

It was all quite stately. Even the signs that told what wasn’t allowed had a rather proper air to them.

I have seen quite a few sundials that are in shaded locations. I always get a chuckle out of them. Why have a sun dial in the shade?

But, this one was erected in 1941. I suppose that the trees might have filled in since then.

It was a beautiful day to explore the outside of the capitol! I might have to plan a return visit to see the interior.

The exterior had a lot to see. For instance, if you look carefully, you can see fossils in the limestone.

I came upon the Ohio Holocaust and Liberators Memorial. It was unveiled in 2014 by Governor John Kasich and architect Daniel Libeskind. According to the website, “The memorial speaks for the millions of voices the Holocaust silenced and thanks the brave men and women of Ohio who liberated the oppressed and fought for human freedom during the Second World War.”

The story of Michael Schwartz and his cousin is inscribed on the bronze pieces that make up the star. It is moving, and if you are interested reading it, click on the link.

If you save one life, it is as if you saved the world.

I continued on around the capitol and came upon this tree with a boulder at the base with two plaques on it. I wonder what that is all about?

Since there is no one around to ask, I assume that the original tree, planted in 1932, must have died and they planted a replacement tree in 2008.

There is the obligatory cannon, defending the capitol from the marauding hoards.

Actually, there are four cannons on the capitol square. They are actual working armaments that were created during the Civil War and intended for active service. By the time of their creation, though, the war was pretty much over. According to the website, they are still in working order and are fired for “ceremonial and educational events.”

The expression might be “Don’t mess with Texas,” but Ohio is actually armed and ready.

Continuing on around, I came to a Christopher Columbus memorial. I wondered why that was there. It took me but a moment to figure out the connection. The capital of Ohio is Columbus. Duh!

Back in the day, I had some Puerto Rican friends who wore buttons that said, “Me cago en el quinientos aniversario.” If you want to know what that means, here’s a link to Google Translate.

In the slabs around the monument, they had points of Ohioan pride, some of which were flight, space travel, electric light, recording and some other glyph I couldn’t decipher.

There was also this piece of native Ligurian slate. Genoa, in the region of Liguria, Italy, is generally considered to be the birthplace of Christopher Columbus.

There was this memorial to Ohio veterans of the Spanish-American War.

My goodness! This country has been at war so often that it is easy to forget some of them.

I was impressed that many of the monuments around the capitol have thought-provoking questions about them and phone numbers were you can call for the answer. I took photos of some of them so that I could call later. The sun was setting and the shadows were making it hard to get decent photos.

I just dialed this number. While it does give some interesting information, it doesn’t answer the question! I still don’t know why this monument is different from other war monuments.

*News Flash!*

I just received an email from Mike Rupert, Communications Manager, Capitol Square Review and Advisory Board. He actually read this post and answered the question for me!

He wrote, “The answer to the question on the cell phone tours, is that monuments were starting to focus on the average soldier instead of the famous leaders.”

He went on to thank me for mentioning it and that they would work on the recording. He also wrote,  “Your writing is informative and full of humor.  We appreciate it.”

Wow! Someone is reading my blog and they like it! My head is swelling up as I add this edit.

The statue of the doughboy is on the other side of the west entry.

On the other hand, if you call this phone number, you will find out two theories about why soldiers were referred to a “doughboys.”

The sculptor was Arthur Ivone. I did some searching on the web, and I was surprised to find no other entries.

Perhaps this was the era when this sort of memorial was falling out of favor.

I looked to my left and I saw a large statue closer to the street and went take a look.

It turns out that it was William McKinley, former governor of Ohio and United States president. He was assassinated in Buffalo in 1901 – my hometown. (And, for those of you keeping track, the name of the street I grew up on.)

I have to admit that I was a little perplexed by the backside of the man on the right side of the memorial.

It seems that he is wearing a leather apron. I assume that was to protect himself from whatever his labors were. However, if he needed protection, where in the world were his pants?

However, it does seem that he is reading with a young child – presumably his son.

On the other side of the memorial, the women are more modestly clad, although I am not sure why the young female has bare breasts.

There were some good quotes on the memorial.

Odd, though, that his fame has not persisted. Or, maybe we are just awaiting resurgence of interest in William McKinley.

Rounding the corner, I came upon this memorial to some of Ohio’s favorite sons.

This memorial is called “These Are My Jewels.” The title comes from an anecdote of Roman history about Cornelia, who is depicted at the top of the statue. While her friends took delight in displaying her sumptuous clothing and jewelry, her pride was in her sons.

Surrounding the drum that Cornelia stands atop are Generals Ulysses S. Grant, William T. Sherman, James A. Garfield, Phillip Sheridan, Treasury Secretary Salmon P. Chase, Secretary of War Edwin Stanton, as well as Rutherford B.Hayes.

Three of the state’s presidents are honored in this one memorial to military and political leaders from the state of Ohio who were vital to the Union cause during the Civil War.  

I kept moving along. I wondered if I would ever come to anything that recognized the contributions of real Ohioan females to the world. I was sure there must be something that women from Ohio did.

I finally came upon this plaque.

I appreciated the placement of this sign for the Columbus Dispatch. We need to have a vibrant journalistic community watching our government and keeping us informed about what is going on. As The Washington Post’s slogan reminds us, “Democracy Dies in Darkness.”

Tucked away in a corner of the 10 acre campus is the Capitol Square Honey Bee Apiary.  It was dedicated on Earth Day 2015. It was installed after the Colony Collapse Disorder in 2006, where millions of bees vanished from their hives. It’s located on the capitol square to reinforce Ohio’s commitment to the environment and to help this beneficial pollinator recover from the devastation.

Finally, a monument to peace!

And to women. Of course, the women had to erect it themselves.

I notice that this woman is fully clad. Maybe it takes a women’s group to think of that.

Here’s the plaque for the women.

Here’s the plaque for the men.

The sculptor, Bruce Wilder Saville, was a fairly prominent sculptor who was known for his monuments. From Quincy, Massachusetts, he was born in 1893 and died in 1938.

In front of the east façade is the Ohio Veterans Plaza. According to the website, “The inspiration for the Ohio Veterans Plaza is rooted in an act of civil disobedience. In 1981, two Vietnam veterans, Carl Chandler and Harry Edwards, erected under the cover of night on the Capitol grounds a hand painted four-by-eight-foot sheet of plywood as a tribute to veterans of the Vietnam War.”

A bill was passed in the legislature to install a permanent veterans’ memorial. The plaza honors Ohio men and women who have served our country since World War II, as well as those who will serve in the future.

The grassy area lined with Ohio flags is flanked on either end with curved limestone walls that are inscribed with letters from the text from correspondence from Ohio military personnel .

When you get closer, you can read the letters that were selected from the over 1500 letters that were contributed from Ohioan families.

Some described a bit of their experiences.

Others coupled their observations with ideas for the future.

Others were love notes to their families from soldiers that never returned, like this one…

…and this one.

This letter is heartbreaking for the things that never came to pass.

I wonder if this fountain was intended to represent the tears of the loved one, as I was feeling quite sad after reading some of these letters.

By this time I had seen about as much as any casual visitor to Capitol Square could see – without going inside. It was time to move along.

Some friends had recommended that I visit The Book Loft. It wasn’t too far away, so I headed over to see what I could see.

It was a unique store tucked into a building. I believe they really did have 32 rooms of bargain books, but I didn’t spend much time there. I looked in the windows and the entrance. It was just too crowded for my tastes, so I sat on a bench outside for a bit and enjoyed the literary ambiance.

The other recommendation was that I visit German Village for some authentic German food. Since I don’t think I’d had any truly authentic German food since I was last in Germany, I decided to head to Schmidt’s Sausage Haus und Restaurant for dinner.

Since I arrived at the dinner hour on a weekend, there was quite a line up for a table. As I was dining solo, I asked if I might have a seat at the bar. They were happy to accommodate me.

I made my selection from the menu and waited for my food to arrive. In the meanwhile, I looked around. I saw this beer boot and asked to take a photo of it.

Just in case you are wondering why beer is drunk out of a glass boot, this is what my Preferred Source has to say about it:

“Beer boots (or Bierstiefel) have over a century of history and culture behind them. It is commonly believed that a general somewhere promised his troops to drink beer from his boot if they were successful in battle. When the troops prevailed, the general had a glassmaker fashion a boot from glass to fulfill his promise without tasting his own feet and to avoid spoiling the beer in his leather boot. Since then, soldiers have enjoyed toasting to their victories with a beer boot. At gatherings in Germany, Austria and Switzerland, beer boots are often passed among the guests for a festive drinking challenge. Since the movie Beerfest appeared in 2006, beer boots have become increasingly popular in the United States.”

I’d seen them before, but I assumed they were mostly intended for consuming mass quantities of beer.

While it was fun gazing at the memorabilia and watching the waiters charging in  and out of the kitchen, I was happy when my food arrived at last.

It was quite heavy fare. I sampled everything, but I definitely didn’t join the Clean Plate Club for that meal. That plate looked like it could easily have provided the calories necessary for a small family. But, do I let calorie content stop me?

I do not!

I had to order the Jumbo Cream Puff that people had also urged me to sample. This is how the restaurant’s menu describes it:

“Our famous half pound, award-winning combination of special whipped filling in a lightly baked pastry shell.”

It was enormous! (I didn’t finish the, either.)

Truth be told, I much prefer my friend Ruth’s cream puffs. They are not a half pound, but, man, are they delicious!

With that it was time to head back to wherever I had parked for the weekend. Time for laundry, rest and preparing for the coming week.

 

Washington Slept Here First

I was zigging and zagging my way around Virginia, collecting samples of wheat to ship back to the lab. I kept seeing signs for George Washington’s birthplace. When it got toward lunchtime, I figured that I might as well take my lunch break there.

So, where was George born? His family plantation was at the confluence of Popes Creek and the Potomac River. On this map, it is by the little river just northwest of the green state park.

I headed the truck down the driveway.

The Memorial Shaft obelisk just inside the entrance is made of Vermont marble and is a one-tenth scale replica of the Washington Monument in Washington, D.C. I made my way to the Visitor’s Center and waited a few minutes for the tour to begin.

While I was waiting, I read the displays. George Washington was born February 22, 1732, in a house that was begun before 1718. His father, Augustine Washington, enlarged and added on to it, so that by the mid-1770s it was a ten-room house known as “Wakefield.” Unfortunately, it was destroyed by fire and flood on Christmas Day in 1779 and was never rebuilt.

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Of course, since this drawing was done seventy-six years after it burned down, who knows how accurate it is?

After a short wait, it was time to meet the ranger and leave for the tour.

The grounds were pretty. In George Washington’s time, they were growing tobacco. His father had “20 or so” enslaved Africans working this plantation.

After a short walk, we got to the memorial house, which was built in the early 1930s.

The little girls in the pink hats were less than enchanted, but I found the ranger to be well-informed and very interesting.

I guess it really was time for lunch.

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She explained to us that for a long time, they assumed that the part of the land outlined with white was the foundations of the house. But, as the field of archeology has advanced, they now believe that this is not the exact spot where he was born.

The park was opened in honor of the 200th anniversary of Washington’s birth. They hope to be able to pin the exact location down more precisely by the 300th anniversary, which will be here before you know it – 2032.

The ranger lead the way into the Memorial House, which represented how a wealthy planter would have lived at the time of Washington’s birth.

Before we enter, let us take a moment to appreciate the bond…

Flemish Bond.

There was the dining room, with the table laid as if they were expecting us.

After dinner, time would be spent in the parlor.

Bedtime would roll around soon enough.

Of course, for those middle of the night potty trips, there were the chamber pots.

I could have roamed the grounds for a while longer, but I felt that I needed to continue on my way. After all, this was just my lunch break and I still had a few more facilities to call on that day.

There was one more area I wanted to visit and that was the boat landing for Popes Creek.

The boat landing was located somewhere near here. Several times a year, ships from English would anchor in the river channel. A small fleet of boats would then ferry the cargo – china, spices, linens, wines, silver and other luxuries – to the landing. On the return trip to England, the boats would carry hogsheads of Augustine Washington’s primary cash crop, tobacco.

Of course, nowadays we have a different cash crop.

Tourism and recreation.

By now, I felt that I really needed to get moving, but I paused long enough to look down the pathway toward the family graveyard. Thirty-two graves of Washington family members have been found at the Bridges Creek cemetery plot, including George’s half-brother, father, grandfather, and great-grandfather.

And with that I was on to my next site. It was on the water, and they load the grain right onto barges. This was the first time I had seen how they got the wheat off the trucks!

They tip the trucks up and the grain slides off.

Isn’t that something?

 

Kansas City, Here I Come!

My goal was Kansas City. I had to be there the next day for my orientation as a seed courier, but that still left plenty of time for drive-by tourism.

My first stop was Hannibal, Missouri. I mean, I had been on the road for a couple of hours. It was time for a break.

I got off the interstate and looked for a likely spot to park and then find a restroom. Wouldn’t you know it? I find an Airstream!

It’s tucked away behind some stores.

The old gal looks like she’s had many adventures behind her. She even has a plate on! However, the plate is from 1996, and there aren’t any brake lights.

I suppose the lack of brake lights is fine, since I can’t imagine that she still has working brakes.

I’m including the identification tags, just in case you are into those sorts of things.

My goal, in my whirlwind visit to Hannibal, was to see what I would see of Samuel Langhorne Clemens’ childhood home.

You know, Mark Twain – the writer who gave us Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

Mark Twain lived in Hannibal from 1844 to 1853, from about the age of nine to age eighteen. He lived house he lived in is now a museum. Of course, I was moving far too quickly to invest in a museum ticket. Maybe I’ll put that on my “Next Time” list.

He lived in that little white house.

Right next to a recreation of Tom Sawyer’s fence.

It is complete with a bucket of whitewash and some brushes.

His father’s law office was right across the street from the house. According to the sign in front – in case you can’t make it out – here young Sam Clemens (Mark Twain) saw a dead man on the floor one night. Sam went out a window, taking the sash along with him. “I didn’t need the sash,” he recalled. “But it was handier to take it that it was to leave it, so I took it. I wasn’t exactly scared, but I was – ah -considerably agitated.”

“Becky Thatcher’s” house is on Hill Street, too. Actually, it was the home of Mark Twain’s childhood sweetheart, Laura Hawkins.

Hill Street, where the Clemenses and Hawkinses lived, was paved with Missouri Block, made in Moberly, MO.

I decided that I should head down to the Mississippi River, a couple blocks away, to check it out.

I didn’t see any barge traffic, but there was a stern wheeler there, and I imagine they had some tourist excursions scheduled. What a beautiful day to be out enjoying the river!

I came across a sundial.

Incidentally, this is the easiest-to-read sundial I have ever seen! For one thing, it’s in a spot that isn’t shaded by trees.

Seeing the sundial reminded me that I did need to be on my way. Bladder empty and tank full, I pulled back on the interstate.

My next goal was Kansas City and the American Motel. If I had known ahead of time, that they were paying for my expenses in getting to the job, I might have chosen an establishment that was a little more…upscale. But, it was only for one night and it would do.

I dropped my overnight bag and went out to see what I could see. HISTORY Here sent me to Clark’s Point, overlooking the Missouri River.

Fun Fact: The Missouri River is the longest river in the United States, according to the United States Geological Survey. It starts flowing in the Rockies in Western Montana and empties into the Mississippi 2,341 miles later. The Mississippi is a close second, at 2,202 miles. It starts in Lake Itasca in Minnesota and empties into the Gulf of Mexico.

After that comes the Yukon River at 1,979  miles and the Rio Grande at 1,759 miles.

Near this site, the Lewis and Clark expedition stopped to camp in 1804. At that time, this was a good vantage point for the merging of the Osage and Missouri Rivers. Another source I saw said that they stopped there in 1806. Maybe they stopped on the way out and the way back.

Apparently, Lewis and Clark were not the only visitors to the river. Étienne de Veniard, Sieur de Bourgmont came through, too.

And since he was French, the sign was in English with a French translation on the other side.

It was an arduous journey, to say the least. The men of the Corps of Discovery had to tow the keelboat and the two pirogues that made up the flotilla against the river’s powerful current. If that wasn’t bad enough, they had to cut trees down along the way to be able to tow the boats. AND it was a hot day!

Just in case, you are curious, this is a replica of Lewis and Clark’s 55 foot keelboat.

To clear up any confusion, these are pirogies…

and these are pirogues.

It was a hard bit of travel, but they got to rest for two days. At this point, they had been on the river for a month and a half and they were about 367 miles from the mouth of the Missouri.

While they were camped at this spot, then crew got to gather paw paws, otherwise know as custard apples.

I know you just want to sing the song now…Pickin’ up paw paws, put ’em in your pocket…

According to the signage at the park, Clark recorded seeing “an immense flock of Carolina parakeets.”

This was the first documented sighting of the birds. Unfortunately, they are now extinct.

It was getting close to sunset. I strolled around the park, to see what I could see.

Gee…spending our country’s wealth on building infrastructure that is still in use more than 65 years later, and providing the dignity of work to the citizens.  What a novel idea!

As the shadows deepen, I came across this statue of James Pendergast.

The statue of Pendergast was flanked by two smaller statues. This one of a young girl.

On the left is a statue of a young boy.

Of course I had to look for more information. I couldn’t locate as specific links to feeding hungry children or, perhaps, arts programs. I mean, who wouldn’t like to make a nice ceramic bowl?

It turns out that James Pendergast was part of the “Pendergast Machine” run by him and his brother, Thomas. At the turn of the century, political bosses and their  machines that operated in large American cities enjoyed strong support among the poor and immigrants, who returned the favor by voting for the bosses’ preferred candidates. I think the best known “big boss” – at least to those of us east of the Mississippi – is Boss Tweed of New York City.

According to an article in the Social Welfare History Project, Many immigrants saw bosses and political machines as a means to greater enfranchisement. For immigrants and the poor in many large U.S. cities, the political boss represented a source of patronage jobs.

In 1887, James Pendergast became the Democratic committeeman from the first ward, and he was elected alderman in 1892. During the peak of his power, he not only hand picked this own mayor, James A Reed, but every other key office at City Hall. One of those occupants of the key offices in city hall was his brother, Thomas. He became Superintendent of Streets, which allowed him to hire 200 workers and buy material and equipment for the street paving program.

After James’ death in 1911, his brother Thomas took over running the Kansas City political machine, but that shall be covered in a later post.

I decided it was time to find a good vantage point for viewing the sunset.

Along the way, I came across this paver for the Riverfront Heritage Trail. But there was no time for that now.

The sun was setting!

I love that peachy glow off toward the northeast.

It’s going.

And it slides behind the horizon.

And tomorrow I go to work!