Thankfully, there’s no frost on the pumpkins around here just yet (although I wouldn’t totally mind — maybe it would kill those darn squash bugs!), but the title seemed appropriate in light of last weekend’s foray.
We had a wonderful volunteer guide, who treated our little group to about two hours of information about James Whitcomb Riley, and this home, where he grew up. His dad, an attorney and fine woodworker (seems like he made most of the fancy wood furniture in the house) fell upon hard times and had to sell the house, but James promised his mom that he’d buy it back when he became famous. Eventually, he did!
We learned other neat tidbits. For instance, “Little Orphant Annie” was really supposed to be “Little Orphant Allie.” The publisher made a mistake. An orphan named Allie really did live with the Riley family for about a year. We got to see the rafter room, cubbie hole, and press that were mentioned in the poem.
Be careful … the Gobble-uns’ll git you Ef you Don’t Watch Out!