Wednesday, May 06, 2009


How do things get so confused? This house was my Great Grandparents’ house on my Mother's side – the Cunningham’s. When I visited it, it was on a farm just outside of Cicero, Indiana. It is now at the Conner Prairie Museum which bills itself as is the nation's finest outdoor living history museum. The museum is located in Fishers, Indiana. grounds in that State. It was preserved because it use to be owned by a well know family, the Zimmerman’s, but I never knew of them except my Mother's sister married a Zimmerman, but he was adopted and I only saw his adopted parents once in my life and they where rather old to be parents. The house was white with only the front porch, no side porch and the indention in the back is where the back door was and it lead into the kitchen. I would stay there in the summer as my parents did what ever it is they did when they dropped me off with family. I fondly remember watching Captain Kangaroo and once planted a lollypop stick just off the concrete pad out the back kitchen door because he said it would grow into a lollypop tree. That ended up ranking up there with Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny as reasons to distrust all adults. I remember my Great Grandma Cunningham fondly. Grandpa Cunningham died when I was very young and there is little to base an emotional memory on although I do have visual images in my head.

I understand this house is now the museum restaurant. INteresting since that was the house our family always gather in when we all came home to visit. I've never visited this place but who knows, someday, maybe.

3 comments:

KustomJeff said...

I never got to go there, but I DID get to stop and look at the empty lot EVERYTIME I went back to Indiana with Mom and Dad. I guess that's the joy of being the youngest. I got to see where everything USED to be ;-P
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Unknown said...

Yea, that is a bummer. Because of all our family's transients and diversity, we have a past that is slipping away. I'd like to get with Allen and Aunt Nancy sometime and try to put something together. Because Mom and Dad never went back to Indiana to live, I only have a few summer memories and tails that I'm sure I don't have right.

There will come a time (if it hasn't already happened) when there will be no home place to go to.

Jeff said...

That's true! I'd love to know our family history back as far as we can go. It'd be nice to know just how much of a mutt I really am ;-)
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