Miami County Museum, Indiana

Raining this morning, time to see this Museum before leaving, going to Kentucky and on to Alabama and then back to Virginia.

This clock immediately caught my attention from all the others in their antique clock room. This one ~ Ah HA ~ I could see my grandfather putting a key in the face to wind it up ~saying that was one of his Sunday morning rituals.

The full shot of the dresser stopped me cold~ I know there were more than the one that belonged to my Granny Richards, but this was just too much of a heart stopper for me to think it wasn't hers.

In my mind's eye, I could see it in her bedroom along with a very high four poster bed plus more marble top furniture. It was elegant. White lace window dressings added her delicate touch.

She had fine furniture, all marble tops which she kept fancy dollies, not junked up as seen in this museum piece.

I always wondered where all her furniture was, but I just know in my heart, it was sold to someone who brought it all there.

The pump organ, I sat and made sounds as a little girl. My cousin Clara and I would take turns pumping, while the other played on the keys, as we were too little to sit on the stool and reach the pump peddles at the same time.

The My Aunt Audie could play her Mandolin like an angle. She taught me "You Are My Sunshine" to sing as she played. I was barely three so she had a show. Everyone would be happy and clap.

I long for these things to be the ones of my memory. I know they are somewhere...and I believe I found them.


The Old Victrola~ it sat in my Granny's hallway.

My Granny had such a fine house. She would put a record on to play for us. The last time I had her to myself was when I was 6 years old.

She died in I was eight. She was the most beloved person in the world to me. She was warm, sweet, loving and all good things. It's amazing how much I remember of my time with her.

The Buggy below sealed my hunch. These things were from my Grandmother's house.

Remember back in my blog about Amanda~ and her black buggy? The site of this buggy leaves no doubt in my mind ~ I was looking at my own history.

If you haven't read that blog....it is Amanda, My Great, Great Grandmother from Virginia story. At the top you will see a black buggy moving.





There were nice coaches uses in 1800's in Indiana~in the museum as well...

The mail man's vehicle.

They were really fancy and the best way to travel before cars.

And of course, Cole Porter came along to put their little town on the Map~

And, of course, he brought home a wonderful, black, shinny car of style~ Cadillac, of course.

Remember white wall tires? What a beauty~~!!!