The Historic Hotel Josephine is restored and maintained NOT by an investment group or a corporation but by a local Holton family; a husband and wife with their two sons and daughter invested their blood, sweat, and tears, and in the process, helped to restore that special kind of goodness that belongs to small town America (something that big money from big outsiders cannot do). I love old architecture and design, and took this photo in early morning light. My “office” was located in that corner window on the second floor, in a commons room provided free by the owners (very impressed with the neat-and-cleanness of the place). If rural and small town America is to survive, places like the Hotel Josephine must have our support!
Returning to camp to make lunch,
I saw this little boy eyeing Reba from a distance, so I waved him over and told
him to go and get his parents if he wanted a ride. He ran away all excited but
returned in tears and said his mother didn’t want to ride. Fearing a loss in
translation, I went with him to a house so dilapidated, it hurt the heart to
look on (the neighbor-hood was not like that). I knocked on the door, removed my hat and spoke with the boy’s
mother who was very nice. Then we all went to my camp and the little boy got to
ride Reba. I didn't get a picture of Glen while he was on Reba, but man-oh-man
how he did smile (in fact he just kept smiling after that)!
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Post: DAY 7: WANT TO GIVE A SHOUT OUT to Tony & Nicole who were my neighbors while
camped in Holton, they made me feel welcome, gave me anytime access to their
water spigot, and baked and brought me delicious fresh brownies. Thank you Tony
and Nicole! Also, I would like to thank whoever it was that left the sack of
apples for Reba in my camp at Holton, Reba really enjoyed them (she had stopped
eating apples because she'd had so many being as it's the season for them, but
she liked them and ate them all. And I would like to thank the people of Holton
in general for being so friendly!
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