While I was at the Bonne Terre Public Library on Monday, I pulled out a copy of my mom’s North County High School yearbook. Check out the hottie on the upper-right corner of the spread.
Turns out my mom was a cheerleader and on the pep squad. I had NO idea! I knew my trip to the [...]
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My first blogging expedition to the historic lead mining town of Bonne Terre, Missouri only left me curious to learn more, so today I ventured back to Bonne Terre, camera in hand. SO…there’s this giant bell mounted on a brick and concrete pedestal in front of the First Baptist Church of Bonne Terre, Missouri, and I’m not sure why. The holidays have passed, but I can’t resist blogging about this little memorial tree in Bonne Terre, Missouri’s Bicentennial Park. The tree was planted in memory of a specific man whose name my fingers were too cold to write down on the 10 degree day I wandered this small Missouri town. It seems as though, [...] When I got off of US Highway 67 to drive into the town of Bonne Terre, I saw a sign for a United Methodist church five miles away in the opposite direction of the town. I took a detour to check the church out. My most recent small town Missouri adventure was a freezing cold trip through Bonne Terre, Missouri. Bonne Terre is one of those old Midwestern mining towns that feels haunted to me as I walk its streets. I can so clearly imagine the time when Bonne Terre was booming and miners and railroad men spent their [...] One of the things I love most about my wanderings in rural Missouri is the moment when I happen accidentally upon a beautiful, old, country church. Missouri’s churches have stories to tell; stories of weddings, funerals, and stories of community. St. Francois State Park was a pleasant surprise. This park sits directly on US Highway 67 north of Bonne Terre, Missouri, and I’ve driven past it countless times through the years without ever visiting it. The park boasts four trails ranging in length from .5-mile (Missouri Trail) to 11-miles (Pike Run Trail). This Thanksgiving I had more to be thankful for than I can articulate. Among the things I found myself the most thankful for were: I’ve never been a handbag kind of girl – I much prefer jewelry, shoes, and music, if music counts as an accessory. I have to admit though that I worried, if only momentarily, that immediately following my departure from NYC I’d develop a compulsive need to buy knock-off handbags. Much to my delight, the local (and by [...] |
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