Walk Down Memory Lane - #2

We're on our way to Atlantic, Iowa!

We needed to stretch our legs, so made a quick little stop in Cottonwood Falls, KS. This is the historic courthouse building.

Marigold Bakery and Cafe, our lunch stop in Atchison, KS. Nice little place for sandwiches and salads as well as baked goods, which of course we had to sample.

When Mom was a girl, her heroine was Amelia Earhart, so I thought a good place to visit was Amelia's birthplace home and museum in Atchison. But before we could arrive there, a little "retail therapy" was in order at Nell Hill's, Atchison. This bronze of Amelia was in the little shopping center greenbelt. She certainly was a "wisp" of a woman! So thin, I guess to fit in those small airplanes! This photo was for Mom!!

The home, actually built by Amelia's grandparents, where Amelia was born and spent many years.

Few furnishings were actual family pieces but it was decorated in the period.

Not only was Amelia an aviator, she was also an entrepreneur. That stack of luggage on the right was some of the pieces designed and manufactured by Amelia and her husband.

For such a slight woman, Amelia had large hands, or perhaps we three girls have small hands. At any rate, this is how our hand prints fit.

Portraits of Amelia and many pieces of aviation memorabilia are displayed throughout the home, as well as garments worn by Hilary Swank in the film "Amelia".

Gorgeous stained glass window in the dining room.

The house is located on a hill, just across from the Missouri River.

We loved this house which was across the street. The back side had a lovely view of the "Mighty Mo".

We left Atchison and headed for our hometown. Near Atlantic we drove by the farm where our Aunt Gretchen and Uncle Clarence lived and farmed. If my memory is correct he grew mostly soybeans and corn. Outbuildings were gone or changed, a wooden fence was in place but other than that the house looked the same. Would have loved to go inside. Our aunt and uncle didn't have indoor plumbing there until the late 1950s or very early 1960s. Can you believe it? Lots of memories from this place.

More memories to follow the next day as we walked old neighborhoods and visited the last home we lived in before moving to California.