Camargo, IL pt.5
In terms of my grandfather, truer words were never spoken than…
“I’d rather be fishin’.”
Add comment February 2nd, 2010
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Bill Kielhorn
My grandpa would have been 90 today. I so miss him, and I can only imagine what the world will look like if I’m lucky enough to live so long…
1 comment February 1st, 2010
Camargo, IL pt.2
“Heaven knows this is a heartland”
- U2 Heartland
(above: not my grandparents’ house, but rather a neighbor’s)
Add comment January 29th, 2010
Camargo, IL pt.1
When I was a kid, I used to spend a good chunk of my summer vacations staying with my grandparents at their home in Camargo, IL. My days would be filled with fishing with my grandpa and helping him out in his garden; there was a decent amount of daytime soaps watching with my grandma; and every once in a while we would take the bass boat down to Millcreek to go swimming and for more fishing. I loved every second of it and so looked forward to going back with every school year ending.
When my grandma died a few years ago, I flew back from California a couple weeks after her death to spend a long weekend with my grandpa, just the two of us. It was late March, and unfortunately too early in the spring to do any fishing or gardening. With little else to do, we watched a lot of TV on that trip, particularly a marathon of Cash Cabs. We were addicted to that show.
One afternoon, I went out for a walk to take some photos of the house and surrounding area. It seemed all too appropriate the bleakness in the air and the lack of life in the hibernating trees and plants. As an adult, I couldn’t help but see this little old farm town, population under 500, in quite a different light. Long gone were those vibrant summers from my youth, and it made me really sad.
To quote my grandpa: “Don’t ever grow up, Ryan. It’s hell.”
Add comment January 28th, 2010
