I'd like to share something I learned this last week with you. Perhaps you know about this, but I didn't, and now I want to visit. Some of you may know I've started volunteering at a used bookstore, a coop that's been in business for a long time in a nearby neighborhood in Denver. A customer last week bought a book of poems by Carl Sandburg and we began a conversation about poetry and favorite poems/poets, etc. This man said he has just returned from visiting family in North Carolina, and while he was there, he visited the Carl Sandburg National Historic Site, one of the homes preserved where Sandburg lived. He said he loved the visit, that everyone should try to see it.
|the main home|
If you look at a map, it's near Hendersonville or Asheville for those of you who know North Carolina, and it's quite an extensive place. This is where Sandburg spent life with his family. He with his wife, bought the estate and added to its long history because of Sandburg's fame as a writer and, unknown to me until now, his wife's raising of award-winning goats. There are other stories about this famous place, poems shared and pictures, like one with Sandburg sitting and talking with President Kennedy. I hope you explore and enjoy.
A poem about travel for you today, hoping you find some adventure near or far.
by Carl Sandburg
Night from a railroad car window
the rest is here.
At the bottom of the main page, small pieces of information are given, each time you change to a different page. For instance: The Sandburgs were experts in recycling and reusing. The museum collection is full of repurposed objects, such as envelopes cut on three sides to form filing folders and this law book that was converted into a cookbook to hold recipes.