I’ve been tracking the fight to save Little Salamonie Christian Church -often called the first congregation in Jay County- for a month now. On January 14, social media lit up: the church was about to be torn down. Late last Sunday, a new post warned that wrecking crews would roll in the following morning! The call went out- bring your trucks, your tractors, and your farm equipment. Circle the church. Form a barricade! It was urgent, scrappy small-town resistance, and I wanted to be there.
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This was the Blackford County Jail
Old jails and sheriffs’ residences are intriguing. Unfortunately, I didn’t catch the bug until I’d already traveled to all of Indiana’s historic courthouses! Some are close enough to easily take pictures of, though, like the Old Blackford County Jail in Hartford City. It looks deceptively domestic from the street, but it’s a building that tells a complicated story about punishment, family life, and the slow march of reform in a small Indiana county.
Continue reading “This was the Blackford County Jail”Ten old high school gyms, as seen in Sanborn Maps
I’m a big basketball fan living smack-dab in the heart of Hoosier Hysteria. My obsession goes well beyond game nights and box scores- I’m fascinated by the places where the game was played! Lately, I’ve been digging into the history of high school gyms, using old Sanborn Maps to see how they were built, expanded, and used over time. Here’s some of what I’ve uncovered.
Continue reading “Ten old high school gyms, as seen in Sanborn Maps”A frigid ford escape
Yesterday was interesting. I drove my sister to a nearby Friends church for some photos, nearly got the car stuck in its snowy graveyard, and then detoured past the old Murphy’s Ford on the way home. I wanted to see what it looked like when everything was frozen, and I wasn’t disappointed!
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If you head down South Memorial Drive in New Castle, you might pass a broad, low-slung church with an ocean of parking without a second thought. Look closer, though, and the clues start stacking up- the extra-wide footprint, the grid-patterned masonry, and the unmistakable proportions of a 1990s big-box store. Long before Sunday sermons and fellowship dinners, this place was pure Walmart!
Continue reading “New Castle’s First Walmart Baptist Church”Speaking to veterans in a century-old school
Lately, life has felt a lot like one of the old buildings I write about: a little worn out and suddenly pushed into a new chapter. After I lost my job in December, I steadied myself the only way I knew how, by leaning into local history. That instinct led me somewhere fitting- an old neighborhood school-turned-community hub.
Continue reading “Speaking to veterans in a century-old school”The landmark Crain Sanitarium on the National Road
A stately, sprawling Queen Anne home rises just west of the entrance to Richmond’s Glen Miller Park along US-40, and it’s hard not to slow down when it comes into view. The building’s apparent decay only deepens the intrigue for anyone passing through! It hints that this house has lived more than one life. Indeed it has! Among its former identities is one that stopped me cold: the Crain Sanitarium.
Continue reading “The landmark Crain Sanitarium on the National Road”The eighty-two-foot ruins of Portland’s Haynes Mill
I like massive, hulking ruins as much as the next guy. Portland, Indiana, has one that’s absolutely worth slowing down for: rising high above East Votaw Street on the way to the Jay County Fairgrounds, what’s left of the old Haynes Mill still dominates the landscape. Once I noticed it, I knew I had to learn more.
Continue reading “The eighty-two-foot ruins of Portland’s Haynes Mill”My pilgrimage to the very first Marsh
I spent years walking the aisles of Marsh Supermarkets, buying my groceries there, and digging into the company’s history. Recently, all of that curiosity and familiarity converged on a single realization: if I truly wanted to understand the Marsh story, I needed to see where it all began. My search led me to Salem in Jay County, Indiana, where I found the Marsh family’s first store.
Continue reading ” My pilgrimage to the very first Marsh”The rest of Oakville from the window of my car
I wrote about the site of the old Oakville schoolhouse in rural Delaware County last month. Almost immediately, I realized just how much context I’d left on the table. Armed with my sister and a renewed sense of curiosity, I made a return trip to the unincorporated community to see what remained. As it turns out, Oakville had been waiting for a second look: there’s far more left than I remembered!
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