Jul 13, 2009

Hot Springs, I just can't wait to see you...

On Thursday, we hit the road bright and early for a family pilgrimage of sorts to see Grandpa's old stomping grounds in Hot Springs, Arkansas. We stopped in Magnolia on the way at the aptly named "Tasty Donuts" and ate breakfast. Our first stop in Hot Springs was the old Army/Navy Hospital, birthplace of Tonie and PeeWee. Grandma Tonie regaled Stella with some stories of her childhood...
"Huh?"
I kind of had to trick Stella into letting me take her picture in front of the fountain.
Don't worry...I stopped her before splashdown...
Another noteworthy building, the old St. Joseph's Hospital, birthplace of Doug and site of Grandma Crane's nurses' training.
No trip to Hot Springs is complete without filling your belly at McClard's.
One down, 999 to go...
This grassy knoll may appear to the casual observer to be just another trailer park, but the trained eye will be able to decipher that it is actually the birthplace of Grandpa Crane! That's right, almost 77 years ago in a tiny tar-paper shack on this spot near the racetrack, Grandpa was born. Historical marker coming soon.Stella points out some points of interest from the lookout on West Mountain...
Mom illustrates that Uncle Bud really did have all the photography talent in the family by choosing a background of trees for this picture rather than the picturesque city of Hot Springs, immediately to her right.
On the way back from Hot Springs we stopped to visit Pop and Zach. Look at those eyes! Do you think somebody adores their Pop a little bit?
Posing with Zachary and revealing one of the reasons that she loves Pop so: his willingness to shamelessly buy her affection with fruit loops (see red in mouth).
We had a great day in Hot Springs. It was really neat to see the actual places where so many of the family stories that I love happened. A few highlights were seeing the house where my Grandpa and Grandma's wedding shower took place (I have a picture from the shower hanging in my living room) and seeing the porch that PeeWee fell off of and busted his head open (the kick-off for his lifelong accident prone-ness.) It was also neat to visit the cemeteries and see the graves of my Grandpa's grandparents and some of their children who sadly never reached adulthood. The kids' graves were probably over 100 years old and it was so interesting to me to learn so much family history. I hope we can go back soon and spend more time.

Oh, and I just realized that I never explained the title of this post. There was an old commercial for Hot Springs that featured a jingle with the lyrics, "Hot Springs, I just can't wait to see you! Wake me up in beautiful Hot Springs, Arkansas!" I'll be glad to perform this little ditty for anyone who is curious about the tune.

2 comments :

Grandma Tonie said...

Where did you hear that little jingle because I have never heard it before? Did Grandpa tell you about it? And really you knew about my picture taking skills before you asked me to take the picture. hahaha

The Sharbono Family said...

Fabulous trip! I feel the same way about Illinois...it's always nice to go back and see where your roots are. Mom told me family stories for TEN hours on the way home...I should now write a book with Ms. Belinda. :)
Love you!