Note: I just found this post in my “drafts” folder. I would tell you about the rest of the exciting time we had that day but who can remember that far back. After all, it was an entire two weeks ago. Just to screw you guys up, I think I’ll post it on the day we lived it. That way you can say “how did I miss this post? Was I drunk?” Yes, you were probably drunk. But then again, so was I.


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I have been trying to take my granddaughter, Jasmine, on an outing once a week. This week’s special outing was a day at Conner Prairie, an 1800’s settlement. It’s a very interesting settlement. The habitants are dressed in period clothing and stay in character the entire time. If you should ask them where the bathrooms are they will look shocked at the thought of such a prospect and tell you a story about how the Conner’s have quite the fancy outhouse. I made the mistake of asking the pioneer woman who was hand sewing a quilt, if she hand sewed clothing too or if she used a sewing machine for that. She acted quite shocked at the thought of a machine that would do your sewing for you and said such a thing could never replace hand sewing. She told me I talked funny and must not be from these parts. She asked if I were from the city.


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In the kitchens of the houses women and young girls were making foods such as stews and pies and even homemade applesauce. Another visitor asked the woman in the boarding house kitchen if she made pancakes for breakfast for the boarders. The woman looked puzzled and asked many questions about what this “pancake” was and how it was made. Then she said it sounded like a “dodger” which was something she made for breakfast using cornmeal on special occasions or cold winter mornings. You really felt like you were back in the 1800’s. I don’t think I could have made it back then though because flies were everywhere. As the women were cooking flies would be all over the food. Ugh. I do not like flies!

We started off our visit with the Indian village. Jas was most impressed by the fur pelts I think. In fact, she was so impressed that at the end of the day, for her souvenir from the gift shop, she chose a rabbit pelt. A little morbid considering she has had two rabbits in her short lifetime, both of which are no longer with us.

And this point, dear friends, is where I must have fell asleep at the computer, because I never finished this post. In fact, I... ZZZ... zzzz... z.z.z.z... snort... zzzzzzz...