Iowa has produced some famous people, among them, Corporal Virgil Jensen, USMC and John Wayne. Virgil is famous because I was stationed with him and is the only person I actually have known from Iowa. John Wayne was pretty famous, but I never met him. I have admired famous folk, but not to the point of being a dyed in the wool FAN. I like to enjoy the people I know and have known, they are the ones that are important to me. I have always laughed at guys with pinups of movie stars and models. My question always was, WHY? You will never hold, touch, kiss, make love to nor even shake hands with that model. My pinup is in my wallet and I see her every weekend I can, and I do get to hold and kiss her.
(This is a 1955, I couldn’t find the ‘56 quick)
Anyway Virg drove a Red/White, 1956 Crown Victoria, and was a cool farmer’s son. In 1961 I tried to get up with Virg , even drove to his home town, Kirkman, Iowa, population 50. He was off in College in Omaha or Lincoln. So I never did see him again. I still wonder about him.
Corn fields and soy fields on each side of the highway. (Sara was showing corn on her blog)
I had to smile, there was water under all the bridges we crossed. (Not so out west)
Above, a plane, maybe a crop duster, I love to watch them.
Below Sherry texting Luke to see if he is feeling better.
Most all of Iowa is beautiful rolling hills, filled with some food for the nation.
(We had rain on this day so you see it on the windows)
There is beauty in corn rows. I love the rigidly straight ones and smile at the curved ones, they make me feel good.
(below) Plenty of long straight stretches.
One day I plan to just take pictures of the things and materials hauled on trucks. This day we passed Parts of the wind generators. the bases and blades.
We were impressed at the hundreds of units in wind farms across Nebraska and Iowa. The last figure I had was one of these generators would power about 1500 homes.
Iowa is beautiful, in the summer it is green, ahhh, but in the winter, it is WHITE!
We lived in North Central Missouri just 20 miles below the Iowa line for a couple years. It is hard to describe an evening on one of the hills overlooking the farm land.
A friend in this trailer park hired me to tow his trailer to Iowa with this ‘55 Ford. It also towed that trailer behind us, ours.
We made the trip looking for Virgil in this one. Sleeping on the side of the road in this 1955 Rambler.