Wednesday, January 2, 2013

A symbolic cabin

I've finally taken the time to pull photos of my trip to Kentucky off my camera. So here is (finally) a trip report.

Mom, Dad, Sis, and Niece came to my place last Thursday morning in a rented mini-van. I joined them for the trip south. We spent all of that day driving to Bowling Green, Kentucky. That time included 45 minutes in Cincinnati to drive 12 miles. There didn't seem to be a cause of the backup, just a lot of traffic.

On Friday we went to another niece's house and gave hugs all around to her and her husband, a third niece, and my brother and his wife. Yes, much of the day there were 10 of us in a small house. We had a good time.

Much of the afternoon was spent watching the new movie Les Miserables. I thought it was quite good. During the movie I kept seeing systems of power at work (and this is a third mention in as many days). Javert represents the power, Fantine (and many others) represent the oppressed, and Jean Valjean represents one undermining the power on behalf of the oppressed. I don't include the students of the uprising in this work because they respond to power with violence. That never works because powers are masters of violence.

On Saturday we took a little trip. Our first stop was the Abraham Lincoln Birthplace National Historic Park near Hodgenville. It's a small park with a visitor center (nice displays), a birthplace memorial, the Sunken Spring, and hiking trails. The memorial is a building with a "symbolic" log cabin inside. This isn't the cabin of the Lincoln family and due to a few restoration issues has a bit less floor space and is a bit taller. The family left the site before Abe was 2 because the person who sold it to them didn't have clear title.

This is a view of the memorial building.


And one of the log cabin inside.



We did not stop at the boyhood home 10 miles away, though we passed it on our way to Bardstown. The drive was scenic through snow-dusted hills. We had lunch in the Talbott Tavern, which began operation in 1799. Yes, Abraham Lincoln slept here as a young boy with his parents while they tried to sort out another bad real estate deal.

Next door is the old city jail, which has been turned into a Bed & Breakfast. That created a humorous pair of signs:

City Jail

Vacancies

We were back in Bowling Green for a bit of a rest and then supper together at a restaurant.

The trip home on Sunday had better weather (sunny!) and no traffic problems. My part of the trip was about 1140 miles.

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