In the early 1900s, when most transportation was of the four-legged variety, the small city of Carbondale, Pennsylvania, boasted a lovely city drinking fountain in its town square that quenched the thirst of humans, horses, and canines alike.
The post card below depicts that fountain in its prime, before up-and-coming horseless carriages, those miracles of modern technology, made horse-watering fountains unnecessary in a town square.
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Some of you may wonder what that field is in the photo above. When I first started this blog, I used this image as my header image, the fixed image you see at the top of the blog’s home page. I have since changed my blog design, so the field image is no longer the header image. I’ve inserted it here at the top of this post instead.
The field you see at the top of this post is our (DH’s and my) “Field of Dreams.” No, we don’t expect Kevin Costner (who played the Iowa farmer in the movie) to turn our field into a cornfield-then-baseball-diamond, nor do I expect the 1919 Chicago White Sox team to show up and play ball. That’s someone else’s story.
This field represents our story, and it’s filled with as much heritage and meaning for us as Kevin Costner’s cornfield meant for the character he played.