THAT’S a Scary Easter Bunny

It’s a wonder that the Boomers weren’t more traumatized than we are. Take a look at this Easter Bunny I was photographed with when I might have been two years old, at most.

The bunny is almost as odd looking as Santa was at the Illmo-Scott City Christmas party.

The Easter it rained

Here is a copy of a family 8-mm home movie that was dubbed over to VHS tape, then digitized. The quality wasn’t all that great to begin with, but you can see us scurrying around like crazy finding eggs all over the basement.

At the end of the movie is a shot of us three boys dressed for church. For the folks who are fans of 1959 Buicks (and there’s a whole website of them), there are some good shots of our car.

Hunting Easter Eggs on Cherry Hill

Here’s a video from the same era when it WASN’T raining. You can see more photos on the page I did last year about hunting eggs on Capaha Park’s Cherry Hill in the 60s.

 

Cape La Croix Creek Marker

As long as I can remember, a simple concrete cross stood at the intersection of Kingsway Drive and Kingshighway. I have to admit that I knew it had to do with something historical, but I wasn’t exactly sure what.

Still, it disturbed me that something that had been a Cape Girardeau landmark since 1947 would be displaced in 2009, so a commercial building could be built and some public land swapped around.

I was looking for a couple of other landmark monuments Thursday when I ran across my old friend, the cross, at the corner of William and South Main, on the grounds of the St. Vincent de Paul Catholic Church.

Cross relocated on Good Friday

A new plaque says the monument was originally dedicated Oct. 12, 1947 at the LaCroix Creek site on N. Kingshighway. Relocated to this site on Good Friday, April 10, 2009 and rededicated Easter Sunday April, 4, 2010.

The original plaque says, “In 1699, Fathers Montigny, Davion and St. Cosme, French missionaries, erected a cross where this stream entered the Mississippi and prayed that this might be the beginning of Christianity among the Indians. The stream has ever since been known as Cape La Croix Creek.”

I find it interesting that one monument could have two different spellings for the name of the stream that it recognizes: Cape La Croix Creek and LaCroix Creek.

Kingsway and Kingshighway 1966

Kingshighway is on the left. Kingsway is on the right. At one time, the road that went by the names Old Jackson Road and 3-Mile Creek Road met Kingshighway at a 45 degree angle. State guidelines required that intersections should meet at 90-degrees, so the road was curved slightly to the west.

The monument was located in the dark brush area just west of the old intersection of Old Jackson Rd. and Kingshighway.

The area has changed drastically. Kurre Lane, at the bottom right, has been extended to Kingshighway and a fire station sits on the corner. The two farms and their barns have been torn down. The cow pastures we used to look over have homes planted on them.

Cross on St. Vincent’s grounds 2011

The cross now lives on the southeast corner of the St. Vincent de Paul Catholic Church grounds (marked by the yellow arrow). The Red House is at the bottom of the photo and the Jewish Synagogue is the white building with red trim on the lower right.

If the original intent was to mark the meeting of Cape LaCroix Creek and the Mississippi River, I guess the new location is probably about as close to the actual spot as the 1947 location.

Still, it bugs me that a landmark was uprooted for what appears to be someone’s commercial gain.

UPDATE Kingsway-Kingshighway in 2010

Some folks asked what’s at the Kingshighway-Kingsway intersection today.

Here is an aerial photo I shot Nov. 6, 2010. It’s almost easier to list what’s NOT there. A Plaza Tire store is about where the cross stood. The large building complex at the bottom is the Osage Center; the new water park was under construction to its right. Storage units and a housing development cover what used to be two farms and their fields.

Landmark 1863 Frohna Mill Gone

If you read my November 14 blog post about the Frohna Mill being torn down and thought you’d go see it before it was gone, you’re too late.

Frohna Mill Nov. 12, 2010

When I spotted the mill last fall, the main building was still intact. There was some hope of a last-minute reprieve, but the historic structure didn’t see the end of the year.

Linda Lorenz, curator of the Saxon Lutheran Memorial, said that her husband, Doyle, and some other volunteers were able to salvage some pieces of equipment from the 1863 mill for display at the museum, but far more was destroyed.

Mill site from the air

When Ernie and I were flying aerials Sunday, we made a pass over the mill site and saw nothing but fresh dirt.

Photo gallery of Frohna Mill site

This gallery is a lot less interesting than the one I ran in November. Very little remained. I have to admit that I stuck a bent square nail in my pocket and took a couple of rusted horseshoes home for Brother Mark.

Click on any photo to make it larger, then click on the left or right side to move through the gallery.

I Prefer Predictable Hurricanes

Sorry for not posting last night. A dog ate my homework. (Did I use that one before?)

I was talking with Carla Jordan at the Lutheran Heritage Center and Museum about doing an exhibit of my Wittenberg photos at a 2012 conference when the weather alert went off  announcing a tornado watch. “I’m from Oklahoma,” she said. “A watch means we pull out the lawn chairs.” I was equally unconcerned. The skies didn’t look particularly threatening.

On the way back to Cape, I stopped to shoot a couple of really neat cemeteries under clear skies.

KFVS-TV in full storm mode

When I pulled into the driveway, mother was looking out the window, the scanner in the living room was cranked up to plaster-cracking minus one, and the weather alert was blaring out a tornado WARNING. Before the evening was over, it must have come on at least a dozen times.

KFVS-TV went into full-blown storm coverage mode with all their cool toys. (And, they did a decent job for the four hours or so they stayed on the air.)

Wind gusts were reported as high as 90 mph. Streets were flooded and the fire department was kept running to fire alarms and arcing wires.

While this was all going on, Wife Lila was on a plane flying from West Palm Beach to St. Louis. I was using a flight tracking ap on my Droid to watch the pilot change his path to somewhere in Alabama where there was the only break in a line of storms beween the Gulf and way up north. It must have been like threading the eye of a celestial needle. After that, he flew west, almost to the middle of Missouri, before coming in behind the storm in St. Louis. The flight was about 1-1/2 hours late.

Unplugged the computer

When lightning started crackling around us, I unplugged all the computer gear, so I didn’t even have a chance to download the photos I had taken during the day.

We had a big limb break off a maple tree and smash a redbud tree, but no other damage in a quick look-see this morning.

So, that’s why I didn’t have something up this morning.

If you don’t believe that, I was using a new ink that must have smelled like catnip, because the cat licked all of the photos right off the paper.

(The lightning shots were taken in the mid-60s, not last night.)