After a leisurely, restful morning off we went to the Highland Plains Museum. So many memories of life long past tickled my emotions. Like the polio scare we all lived through. The iron lung above brought back the real fear of those times.
This fuel less cooker was a marvel. You had to bring your stew, or beans to a boil, then place the pot on a hot flat stone, close the cover and wait for dinner time for a tender, juicy mealThere were sewing machines, washing machines, farm implements, tools, clothing, toys, by the numbers here. It struck me that an isolated community like McCook just had no place to go with this no longer needed stuff and had the wherewithal to hold onto it for the future. And, while so many items brought back personal memories, I've neglected the town of McCook. A precocious kid from McCook by the name of Edwin Perkins became a mail order "chemist" and grew up to start a mail order business when he was 20. His best seller was a drink called Fruit Smack, but it would get damaged in shipment, or leak. He decided to dehydrate it, and the rest, as we know, is history. He named his drink Kool-Aid. And we all grew up with pitcher after pitcher of that stuff.
In this town of 8,000 people is a Carnegie Library. Frank Lloyd Wright designed a house here. There were plans for another of his in the museum, though never built. The Green Dream Home is here. (More tomorrow about that.)
Then the people of McCook come alive in scrapbooks and pictures. A local treasure to be sure. Above is one such character, Blind Sam He and his dog "owned" a street corner where he played the violin for fifty years.
I found threads for several blogs in this museum, so you won't have heard the last of it. I could have easily spent another hour here and soaked up what I'm sure to have missed.