What Is There To Do In Indianapolis

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Written by Gary Wonning

Recently a friend of a friend mentioned that he didn’t enjoy going to Indianapolis because there  wasn’t anything to do. 

It was one of those times when I was at a loss for words. 

Indianapolis is a beautiful city, especially downtown. It has been completely refurbished and there are many fine restaurants, bars, and entertainment in the downtown area is at a premium. 

It is home to the Indianapolis Colts, Pacers, and it is a center for amateur sports, including high school basketball. 

A triple AAA baseball team resides just a few short blocks away, and the world’s greatest spectacle in racing, the Indianapolis 500 is held annually with a museum that is open daily. 

There are many parks and historic sites close by and the best of all, we are all Hoosiers, Hoosier hospitality runs abundant, everyone is a neighbor and friend.

Hoosiers are known for being friendlily to a fault, it is never a problem to engage in conversation with our fellow man , living in a small town, everyone we meet is considered family. 

We don’t need to be entertained, or spend huge sums of money to fill our time. 

I’m not sure what he meant by there not being anything to do in Indianapolis, I guess we just think differently in the Midwest than  those on the east coast. 

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Growing up on a dairy farm in southeastern Indiana, Gary traveled very little until midlife, when the opportunity became available to him.

Grabbing his camera and a bag full of equipment, he began his vision quest traveling to most areas of the United States and several countries abroad.

Along the way he collected several thousand photographs that he wants to share with everyone.

www.travelnsnap.com

Gary decided the best way to accomplish his goal was to publish photo documentaries on the various areas of the world he has visited.

What will follow will be several photography books, who knows how many will wind up in his collection.

To contact Gary:

journeysthrulife@gmail.com.

http://www.journeysthrulife.com.

 

 

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Sedona Vortex: The Indiana Pacers Hat

photo of Bell Rock in Sedona ARizona

The portals of Sedona

Written by Gary Wonning

Sometimes people’s imaginations run wild when visiting Sedona, people automatically assume they will have some life changing metaphysical experience.  It doesn’t always work that way.

Once my wife and I were hiking on Bell Rock and we met a couple coming down from the top of  the vortex.

I’m from Indiana and I noticed the young girl was wearing an Indiana Pacers hat.

I realized the possibility of someone wearing such a hat not being from the Hoosier State would be rare, and also looking to strike up a conversation, I asked her if they were indeed from Indiana.

Her eyes widened, she was thinking she was about to have a mystical experience and met a true mystic.

Excited, she asked me, “How did you know?”

With a slight grin, I replied, “You have an Indiana Pacers hat on.”

The excitement turned to disappointment as she realized there would be no extraterrestrial encounter at this time. 

After a short conversation, we realized we did indeed have a mutual acquaintance, that in itself provided the evidence that Sedona does indeed provide a platform for synchronicisity, 

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, while studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America and the aborigines of

Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has observed that many of the forgotten cultures had spiritual beliefs that were stronger than ours in modern times.

In technology, we have made advances far superior to those that came before us, but, we have lagged behind in gaining or maintaining our spiritual knowledge.

For us to advance as the human race, we need to combine the spiritual knowledge of those that came before us, not only that of the ancients but the knowledge of our direct ancestors as well, with the technical knowledge we have today for us to propel into the twenty-first century and beyond.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Remember the Sabbath

photo of a distinguished older gentleman

Wisdom lost through the ages, common sense is no longer common.

Written by Gary Wonning

The Sabbath has been called a day of rest for many reasons besides the obvious reason; that time to worship God.

There was a time when no business was conducted on Sunday, except for the almost mandatory occupations to keep the world moving and to protect us from harm and provide a service if harm did come to us.  Even most restaurants , what few there were, were closed on Sunday.  Sunday dinner was around the family table, with as many relatives  as possible. 

In most families, going to church was mandatory, and was only missed if weather or other circumstances mandated.  

I grew up in Indiana, basketball country. Hardly a day went by where I wasn’t shooting hoops dodging cow pies in the ban yard. 

Neither snow, nor rain or dark of night kept me from my daily routine. In the winter, Friday nights were spent at the local high school gym rooting on our favorite team.  It was unpatriotic to miss the weekly highlight. 

The only thing that put a stop to shooting hoops, was church on Sunday, or some other event at the local church. That took priority over everything else. 

A few years ago, I took some friends to Fort Lauderdale to sail away on a seven day cruise. Normally, people need to be at the cruise port around noon or earlier, this was no exception. As a result I was driving I-75 on my way home through Fort Myers about twelve-thirty, (noon). I noticed a large soccer field near the freeway and probably about a hundred kids playing soccer. 

Because of my upbringing, I was surprised, and thought,” why aren’t these kids in church?”

Thinking back, I remembered, my mom would have strangled me if I even thought of picking u a basketball on a Sunday morning. I never even considered it. 

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Growing up on a dairy farm, the weather always played a factor in our daily lives, everything evolved around the weather, even with that, very little work was done on Sunday, except necessary chores , like milking and tending to the cattle.

The most critical and frustrating times were during the hay harvest. The hay(cow feed) had to be cut down and left to cure in the field for three days before it could be baled and put in the hay mow for the winter feeding of the cattle.

The hay consisted of clover, alfalfa, and timothy, if it was baled too soon, it would still have too much moisture content and would soon mold and rot, rendering it useless, in that condition, it could catch on fire and burn the barn down, and kill any animals in the barn. 

Dodging the weather, it seems it never rains when you need it, and always rains when you don’t need it,  we always timed the cuttings so as to not have to bale hay on a Sunday. 

It is one of the hardest and dirtiest duties on a farm. Despite all of our planning, the rains would come and delay our work, making the first day available Sunday. Even though it is eminent to process the hay as soon as possible, the longer it lays in the field and is exposed to the elements, the condition of the hay deteriorates and can become practically useless. 

Even under those circumstances, I don’t remember ever baling hay on a Sunday. We took the chance, and normally the next day the weather would break and the hay was harvested. 

Even today, Chick-Fil-A is closed on Sunday due to religious considerations, and it is the most successful fast food franchises in the United States.

You gotta wonder.

We are told time and time again to keep the day holy, besides the obvious spiritual connotations, there are other factors to consider. 

Regardless of our vocation in life, we all need a break and time for rest and refreshment. We do need time to reflect on our relationship to a supreme being, and we need time to pursue other more enjoyable and relaxing interests than our job can provide, we need time to connect with friends and family, and a Sunday afternoon nap while we pretend to watch football.

Many work on Sunday and take another day off to have that time, it may be a good option but I have done that. It isn’t the same. When you work on Sunday, you miss a very important part of your life. 

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, while studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America and the aborigines of

Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has observed that many of the forgotten cultures had spiritual beliefs that were stronger than ours in modern times.

In technology, we have made advances far superior to those that came before us, but, we have lagged behind in gaining or maintaining our spiritual knowledge.

For us to advance as the human race, we need to combine the spiritual knowledge of those that came before us, not only that of the ancients but the knowledge of our direct ancestors as well, with the technical knowledge we have today for us to propel into the twenty-first century and beyond.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

 

 

 

 

The Old Henry J, Growing Up In the Fifties

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Written by Gary Wonning

My grandparents had given me a nineteen fifty-two Henry J for my first car, I was only fifteen so I couldn’t legally drive it on the road, but I kept that car spotless. This was in the early sixties, our lives revolved around hot good looking cars. Very seldom did a week go by when I didn’t wash it or clean it up to keep it looking nice.

In all reality, it wasn’t much of a car, but it ran and had a radio, what else did I need?

I was the only one in my group of friends that had a car, so I was top dog.

Soon, Jim  and I would be making weekly trips to Batesville in my juke box on wheels, in search of adventure, and whatever else we could find.

I started to have trouble with it, minor things; the doors wouldn’t stay closed, radiator problems and such.

One Saturday evening, we had decided the proper action would be to circle the Gibson Theater in Batesville and wait for the show to end. We reasoned that girls would come swarming out of the theater and that would be our chance to meet a couple of them. (Teenage logic.)

Growing up on a dairy farm in southeastern Indiana, Gary traveled very little until midlife, when the opportunity became available to him.

Grabbing his camera and a bag full of equipment, he began his vision quest traveling to most areas of the United States and several countries abroad.

Along the way he collected several thousand photographs that he wants to share with everyone.

http://www.travelnsnap.com

Gary decided the best way to accomplish his goal was to publish photo documentaries on the various areas of the world he has visited.

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What will follow will be several photography books, who knows how many will wind up in his collection.

To contact Gary:

journeysthrulife@gmail.com.

http://www.journeysthrulife.com.

The School Consolidation

photo fo two people, a child and an adult looking at a sunset over the ocean

Life was a lot slower and simpler in the fifties and sixties.

Written by Gary Wonning

The inevitable finally came to pass, there had been talk all the while  I was in school of consolidating with our arch enemies, Osgood.

Napoleon and Osgood were both small schools and as such our academic resources were limited.

Rumors of consolidation surfaced for many years and neither side wanted to give in, each wanted the school in their town and bragging rights that went with it, and because they were our fierce enemies on the basketball court, there wasn’t anyone on either side willing to give an inch.

Finally, Osgood won out only because water was available there and not in Napoleon.

The new school was soon built on the edge of Osgood, and many advantages came of it, not only on the basketball court but in academics as well.

Some minor animosity exists even today, minor grumblings are still heard at every class reunion.

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Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of

Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

UPS:Every Effort to Make On time Deliveries

The trials and tribulations of a Parcel Redistribution Specialist

capiture of a ups driver making a delivery

A UPS driver making a delivery to a beautiful blonde

Written by Gary Wonning

UPS always made extreme efforts to deliver every parcel on time, especially air parcels.

One morning as I was preparing to leave the building, my driver supervisor asked me where I was going to be at ten twenty. Being a smart aleck, I replied that I would be the same place I always was at ten twenty.

He said I needed to be at the Dairy Queen at ten twenty. I replied there was no way, I had a schedule to maintain and it would take me twenty minutes to drive out there and then drive back to resume my deliveries.

He replied there was a taxi cab bringing a next day air package from the Indianapolis airport and I needed to meet him and deliver it to the hospital before ten thirty.

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Confused I asked what was going on. He related to me a package had missed its flight in Dallas the night before so UPS bought the parcel an airline ticket, flew it to Indy, and then hired a cab to bring it to Batesville seventy miles from the airport.

What else could I do?

I pulled off my area and drove to the Dairy Queen. As I drove behind the DQ, Gib the owner flagged me on. I stopped anyway and asked him what was going on. He replied the cab driver had been there ten minutes before with the package.

The cabbie asked Gib where the hospital was, Gib pointed to it across the field and instructed the cabbie to just take it over there.

Ah, the benefits of living in a small town.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome

 

A New Life

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Written by Gary Wonning

Finally, one morning, I fed the last of what feed I had to the cattle and I had no idea what I was going to feed them that night. I didn’t say anything to dad, because I knew he was broke, and I didn’t want to worry him. I was hoping for a miracle.

Driving in the driveway after school I sensed an unusual calm. I hardly noticed, but there were no cattle near the barn, I assumed they were still out in the barren pasture. 

I walked into the house, dad met me at the door and said,”You don’t have to milk tonight, I sold the cows.”

Shocked, I replied,”That’s good, I don’t have anything to feed them anyway.”

He looked at me kind of weird and never said anything. 

Just like that, my farming days drew to a close.

Gary has been a writer/photographer for over thirty years. Specializing in nature and landscape photography, as well as studying native cultures.

His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.

He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.

He has published several books about his adventures.

For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.

Your comments are welcome