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R is for Rising Sun, Indiana

Along the Ohio River some of the prettiest river towns in the country are just waiting to be discovered and enjoyed.

Rising Sun is an excellent example of a small town with a big view.

r Rising Sun Park

This friendly town, registered in 1816, is easily found just 40 miles west of Cincinnati and about 100 miles south of Indianapolis.

The Ohio County Historical Society invites visitors – and residents – to learn about Rising Sun, and the surrounding area. Stop by for Quiltfest, or stand next to hydroplane racing treasures like the Hoosier Boy.

A walking-friendly place with buildings on Main Street dating back to 1832, this is an ideal destination for architecture buffs, history geeks – and couples looking for an opportunity to hold hands and stroll.

Home to Heritage Hall, the Empire House Hotel , as well as the Rumpe House,  beautiful Rising Sun offers a special venue for memorable events, comfortable and charming accommodations, or even a new home – all within walking distance to the picturesque and history-rich Ohio River.

Take the scenic drive down US56 to arrive at a river state of mind in Rising Sun.

Q is for Quilts

Quilting has come a long way from being a practical exercise in using up scraps of worn-out clothing.

No longer are quilts limited to keeping the cold from sleeping loved ones or wrapping fragile treasures for the long journey west.

All quilts shown here were photographed at the annual Quiltfest, held in Rising Sun, Indiana. 


Today’s quilters have the luxury of choosing to sew, design, create works of art that might lie on a bed … or might adorn a wall.

Fabric, paint, charms, feathers … the quilter’s imagination is the only limit to the design.

Quilts are as unique, fun, traditional, avant-garde, and special as each and every fabric artist.

For more information about quilting, please visit:

And for a fun family quilting/eating project, please visit:

Thank you.

P is for Placid

Years ago I knew a family from Wisconsin. They never stopped extolling the virtues, the wonders, the perfection of their native state.

Well, after my husband came home from a trip to this mythical state with his own pictures, his own stories, I have to admit that I am impatient to see and experience such a beautiful, interesting, special place.

I wonder about the family that so missed their real home – the home of their hearts. I hope they were able to return.

O is for Oversized

While driving for innumerable miles on the brain-numbing interstate, it is exciting to spot a crazy tourist attraction in the distance


or when languidly cruising along a tree lined main street in a quiet town, it is startling to spy something quite out of the ordinary …

Oversize Switzerland Co Vevey Duck

Like a very well fed duck!

Or his friends …


Ahh, the fun of the Oversized !!

Oversize Horse 2

Four-wheeling on the highway!

It’s quirky …

Oversize Buoy Ohio Co Rising Sun

And delicious …


Happy neck-craning, eye-popping adventures!

N is for National Poetry Month

This is the month to celebrate and share poetry with family, complete strangers, and your sweetheart – so in honor of this wonderful excuse to recite, re-tweet and remember favorite poems, here is one of my favorites.

My mother loved poetry and would read it aloud. She kept books of poems close – so as I type these words that I can hear her say in my head, I keep her ever close in my heart.

Yet another of the many beauties of poetry.

The Road Not Taken

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost : The Poetry Foundation