Vachel Lindsay spoke at my mother’s graduation from Springfield High in 1931. I still have the program. Mom adored him. In her eyes he was young, reckless, exotic and incredibly talented. She would carry that love and respect for him all the days of her life. I will always remember the day she went to […]
Marita Brake
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Mr. Lincoln’s curtains
Zero lot lines, a full spectrum of beige plastic siding and street names like Prairie View (where topsoil is shipped to Indiana farms) dot the landscape where I live. My world is, in fact, the antithesis to anything even remotely familiar to that famously enshrined home on South Eighth Street in Springfield, so eloquently preserved […]
