How We Spent Three Days in Jefferson City, Missouri

 

Missouri State Capitol Building, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    Hello friends, welcome to the blog! I am so glad to have you. In this installment, I'm eager to share with you all about how my partner Walter and I spent three days in Missouri's State Capitol, Jefferson City. If you're a history buff like me, Jefferson City may be just the place you'd like to visit. This city is rich in museums, historic sites, and public spaces for you to enjoy. Come along and I'll share all about our three days here. 

Central Dairy, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    After arriving in town, the first place we visited was the locally famous Central Dairy. When I asked my friends about must-visit locations in Jefferson City, Central Dairy was mentioned several times! Walter and I both got waffle cones, mine being double chocolate chip, and his being butter pecan. We were impressed by the large flavor selection and fast service. The cones were delicious on a steaming hot day, and I recommend making a stop here during your visit. 

Capitol Grounds, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    

Bicentennial Bridge, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

Cannon at Capitol Grounds, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    After leaving Central Dairy, we headed over to the Capitol Grounds. The grounds around the Capitol building are open to the public and have been transformed into a beautiful space. Here there are several monuments, access to the Bicentennial Bridge which leads to Deborah Cooper Park, and a neat old cannon from 1769. 

Duke's on the BLVD, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    For dinner, we decided to check out Duke's on the BLVD. I got the Duke's original smashburger and fries, which was delicious. I liked the vibe of the place and the staff were kind as well. If you like a good burger, hit up Duke's during your visit. 

Towne Grill, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    Kicking off day two, we headed out for brunch at Towne Grill. Walter and I both ordered the French toast, which we both loved. Our waitress was wonderful, and the meal was served in a jiffy. There are lots of things that make Towne Grill so adorable, therefor I recommend you come see for yourself!

Missouri State Penitentiary, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

     After our meal, we headed over to the Missouri State Penitentiary for our two-hour tour! I recommend booking your tour in advance to ensure your spot, as the website makes it simple to do so. The staff and guides at MSP are fantastic, and clearly passionate about what they do. This tour was extremely moving and educational, something I recommend for those willing to learn about the darker sides of Missouri's past. I plan to do an in-depth post on MSP in the future, so stay tuned to the blog for that! 

    We took this tour during an extreme heat warning, with the heat index reaching nearly one hundred degrees. The staff was incredibly proactive and considerate, ensuring we all had water, fans, and took breaks if needed. Exhausted from the heat, Walter and I concluded our day after the tours end, and opted to go for a swim at the hotel for the evening. 

Missouri State Capitol Building, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    On our final day in town, we woke up and headed back over to the State Capitol grounds. Though this time, we were heading inside. The Missouri State Capitol building is completely open to the public, and the first floor serves as the Missouri State Museum. 

    Walter and I browsed the exhibits, learning about Missouri history from the formation of the earth to modern day. Two large wings of the capitol house artifacts and exhibits for the public to view, entirely for free. I enjoyed our time here greatly and suspect we will be back someday to take the full guided tour of the capitol. 

Madison's, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    After the Missouri State Museum, we had worked up an appetite. I had a hankering for a Caesar salad, so I searched where the best place to get one nearby would be. Madison's, located downtown, quickly appeared to be my answer. We slipped into a booth and dug in, and I'm happy to report that the salad was delicious.

Strikers, taken by Jennie Moore, 2026

    Following a siesta at the hotel, Walter and I struck out for some fun on our last night in the city. Across the highway from our lodging is Strikers, a bowling alley, arcade and restaurant. We played a couple games of bowling, pool, and then sat down for a snack. I ordered the pretzel bites and queso, which I loved. 

    

Bicentennial Bridge, 2026

    This concludes our three-day trip to Jefferson City. Thank you for coming along and I do hope we've helped you plan your visit to our state capitol. We had a great time and learned so much valuable information about our home state and its history. I do hope you'll join me again on the blog in the future, until then, take care, friends. 

The Story Behind the Statue | Union Soldier Monument | Perryville, Missouri | Landmark Landing

 

Union Soldier Monument in Perryville, taken by Jennie Moore

    Hello friends, welcome to the blog. Today's stop is a statue I came across on a walk with my family in downtown Perryville, Missouri. Here we came across a monument for the Union Soldiers of Perry County, Missouri. The inscription reads "In memory of Perry County's Union Soldiers of the Civil War 1861-1865" and below that, "Erected by the Sons of Veterans and Auxiliary 1923". 

    Perry County played an important role in the American Civil War. The diary of Perry County resident Archibald Little Hager tells us that on June 11th, 1861, Brigadier General Nathaniel Lyon was ordered by the Department of War to enlist Missouri's "loyal citizens" to defend against the border state's pro-Southern cause. The following day, June 12th, 1861, there was a muster at the small community of Conrad's Mill in southern Perry County in which 71 men joined the Perry County Home Guard. 

    Conrad's Mill is located in Southern Perry County just about a mile north of the Bollinger County line on the old Greenville Road. Also in 1861, Camp Greason, sometimes called Camp Grayson, was established near Conrad's Mill as a Union training camp. Today, a cemetery called Campground Cemetery is one of the few traces left of wartime in the area. 

    Conrad's Mill derives its name from Columbus Conrad, who built a flour mill in the area sometime around 1856. However, the community's name would later be changed to Millheim, which remains today. Many who pass through Millheim today likely aren't aware of the hamlet's deep history, and role in Perry County's contribution to the Civil War. 

    Next time you pass the Perryville courthouse, tip your hat to the monument of the Union Solider standing guard in the yard. He represents all of those that put it all on the line to ensure our freedom, equality, and democracy. Think of the men that spent time at Camp Greason, and the men that signed their name on the dotted line when duty called at Conrad's Mill. We have them to thank for the United States as we know it today. 

An Abandoned 1790s Mansion | The Bradford-Berry House | Hendersonville, Tennessee | Abandoned

 

Bradford-Berry House, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    Hello friends, welcome back to the blog. Today I would like to share with you a location I previously explored with my mom in Hendersonville, Tennessee. This is the Bradford-Berry House, a lonely brick behemoth with a deep history. 

    Built in 1795 for Sgt. Henry Bradford, the home was one of the first of its kind in Middle Tennessee. Henry Bradford was born on March 12th, 1758 in Fauquier County, Virginia to William Bradford and Mary (Morgan) Bradford. During the American Revolution, Henry joined the Third Virginia Regiment, later being discharged as a Seargent in 1777. 

Bradford-Berry House, photographer unknown, 1944

 

    For his military service, Bradford was rewarded a 1,000 acre land grant located on Drake's Creek in what is today Sumner County, Tennessee. It is on this grant that the prominent estate, originally called Hazel Patch, was built. The home's bricks were hand crafted on site by enslaved persons borrowed from Bradford's stepfather, William Nash. 

    Henry Bradford's grandson, George Bradford, wrote a partial autobiography that went unfinished. In it, George recalls his grandfather being a slave owner himself, as the enslaved were listed in Henry's will to be split among the children upon his passing in 1815. Unfortunately, records of the Bradford's enslaved are sparse, and I have been unable to find further information on their lives, conditions, or names.

Bradford-Berry House, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    In 1887, the home and several hundred acres were sold to Horatio Berry for his daughter, Sarah. Sarah would initiate several renovations to the home, and ultimately rent out the estate until selling it to General Electric in 1969. As of 2023, the property now belongs to the city of Hendersonville.

    Challenges have arisen with the property's deed, slowing the preservation process. However, steps have been taken to correct this. In addition, the Bradford-Berry Preservation Society was created to raise awareness and funds for the home's preservation. Click here to visit their site.

Willis-Bradford Cemetery, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    Located within eyesight of the house is the family cemetery. Here lies Henry Bradford and descendants, however, most graves are unmarked today. It is also passed through family oral history that a cemetery for the enslaved exists on the property as well, but details are unknown. Further analyzation on these burials must be done. 

    At the time of this posting, there have been no developments at the Bradford-Berry House. All eyes are on the city of Hendersonville as the clock ticks on. Elements of city expansion grow closer all around the old estate. Preservation helps us elevate the voices lost to time, including those that spent their lives in bondage, building these places with their bare hands. 

Bradford-Berry House, taken by Jennie Moore, 2024

    Thank you for joining me to explore another location. Thank you also to my mom, who was willing venture out and tromp around this site with me. I do hope you learned something new and will return to blog in the future. 

Sources:

- The Bradford-Berry House: A Hidden Treasure - Main Street Media of Tennessee

- Historic home’s fate still in question - Main Street Media of Tennessee

- TN city approves possible option to build 100-foot bubble structure behind historic home

- Bradford-Berry House Preservation Society | Hendersonville, TN

- Henry Bradford Family

    

A Tribute to the Chickasaw Nation | Wacinton Sculpture | Paducah, Kentucky | Landmark Landing

Wacinton Sculpture, taken by Jennie Moore, 2023

       Greetings friends, welcome to the blog! I am so happy to have you. Today's stop is a beautiful and meaningful carving that stands in Noble Park in Paducah, Kentucky. Walter and I visited Paducah as a weekend getaway, and Wacinton was one of our must-see sites. Visitors are able to walk right up to the carving and view up close, so we did just that. It was a beautiful autumn day which I'll remember fondly. 

    Wacinton was sculpted by artist Peter Wolf Toth in 1985 out of a 56,000 pound red oak tree. It's intended to honor the Chickasaw Nation, who had claim of the land prior to colonization. Wacinton is also a part of the "Trail of the Whispering Giants", a series of 74 works by Toth that span both the United States and Canada. 

    Peter Wolf Toth was born in December of 1947 in Hungary. He later moved to the United States in the Akron, Ohio area. His career began in 1972 when he completed his first sculpture. He is best known today for the Whispering Giants works, on which he has been known to perform maintenance and repairs throughout the years. 

Wacinton Sculpture, taken by Jennie Moore, 2023

    The Chickasaw people descend from the Mississippian Culture, with their nations being scattered along the Mississippi River in the Southeast United States. They once were mound builders, and a part of the Muskogean language family. Their first documented contact with Europeans was with Hernando de Soto in 1540. The Chickasaws later were faced with removal, forced to walk the Trail of Tears to the newly designated territory in Oklahoma, where the nation is still based in today. 

    Wacinton is a solemn reminder of the areas past, and creates a place where one can pay their respects to the Chickasaw people who once called this land home. It is an interesting stop for those interested in art and history. The work of Peter "Wolf" Toth speaks volumes about the stories of native people, stories we all should familiarize ourselves with. Thank you for joining me, and I hope to see you at my next stop. 

 

The Restoration of a Civil War Landmark | The Iron County Courthouse | Ironton, Missouri | Landmark Landing

Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, Christmas 2020

    Hello friends, welcome back to the blog. I wanted to discuss one of my favorite local historical buildings, the Iron County, Missouri Courthouse. It has recently undergone a transformation, and I wanted to share the updated appearance with you. For decades, the courthouse has sported red paint with white trim. My grandfather, Winfred Grogan was actually one of the painters hired with the task of painting the courthouse many moons ago. Recently, the paint has been stripped away to reveal the raw brick and mortar!

Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, 2025

    Built in 1858 for $14,000, the courthouse was built in the Federalist and Greek Revival style, even featuring an octagonal gazebo on top. I feel the new look really highlights the Greek influences in the architecture. The project's architect was Henry H. Wright, accompanied by contractors George S Evans and William F Mitchell. A 110-foot addition would be added on in 1964 by architect Hutchens and Frangkiser of Kansas City, accompanied by contractor Bonnot Construction Company out of Ulman. The cost of the addition totaled to $113,241.

The Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, 2025

    The Iron County Courthouse also saw its share of battle during the Battle of Pilot Knob, also known as the Battle of Fort Davidson on September 26th and 27th, 1864. At the beginning of the battle, rebel troops were advancing on the town of Ironton. Union soldiers were posted at the courthouse, prepared to defend. The fighting soon began with the Confederate's attack, with Federals returning fire from the courthouse lawn. 

Cannon fire damage on Iron County Courthouse, taken by Jennie Moore, 2025

    The 3rd M.S.M.'s Private Rector was killed by rebel gunfire, and the 47th Missouri Company E shot his killer dead. The Confederates returned with cannon fire, inflicting the damage to the courthouse that can still be seen today. Lt. Simonton and men, including a section of Montgomery's battery, pushed the rebels back to Shut In Gap, when the ordeal ended for the day at sunset on the 26th. 

    A lot of history has taken place here at the Iron County Courthouse since its construction in 1858. My grandparents, Darrell and Rosie Plummer even eloped in this very building in 1954, nearly 100 years after the famous battle took place. It will forever be one of my favorites in the area, and I recommend anyone to pay a visit to the historic courthouse complex when in Ironton. Thank you for reading and I hope you'll join me again next time!

Sources: 

- Iron County - American Courthouses

- Battle of Pilot Knob Historical Marker

- Iron County Courthouse Historical Marker

    

 

A 1780s Log Fort Replica | Mansker's Station | Goodlettsville, Tennessee | Landmark Landing

Mansker's Station, taken by Jennie Moore, 2023

    Hello friends, welcome to the blog! I'd like to share with you a site that my mom and I visited together at Moss Wright Park in Goodlettsville, Tennessee. This is Mansker's Station, a historically accurate replica of the original Mansker's Station frontier fort that existed at this site in the late 18th century, built by Kasper Mansker. 

    There were two forts built by Kasper Mansker and crew along Mansker's Creek. The first was built in 1779 on the creek's western bank. However, this fort would be abandoned in the winter of 1780-1781 due to attacks from the local indigenous peoples. After the settlers fled, the fort would be burned.  

    Like the first fort, the second too would be a log structure, this time built on the eastern side of the creek about a mile from the original. Mansker returned and began building the second fort in 1783. Many would stay at the fort throughout its existence, its primary purpose being to protect white settlers from native attacks as they staked their claims within indigenous territory. 

Historical Marker at Mansker's Station, taken by Jennie Moore, 2023

    Kasper Mansker was born circa 1750 on a ship called Christian, as it crossed the Atlantic from Europe. The Mansker family was of German descent, boarding Christian for a new life in the British American Colonies. As an adult, Kasper would become a long hunter and frontiersman, paving the path for colonization in Middle Tennessee. 

    In 1988, the replica of Mansker's Station would be built. Not only is the replica an accurate representation of 18th century construction, but was actually built using 18th century tools and techniques. Today, the site hosts living history exhibits and historical reenactors to help tell the story of the settlers that once lived at Mansker's Station. 

    Thank you for coming along with me on another adventure. I hope you learned something new and enjoyed the read. I look forward to seeing you on a future post! 

Sources:

-  Mansker's Station | Goodlettsville, TN - Official Website

- Mansker’s Station Historical Marker

- Historic Mansker Station

 

Benjamin B. Cahoon, Fredericktown's Most Famous Lawyer | Fredericktown, Missouri | Grave Hopping

 

                                 Headstone of Benjamin Benson Cahoon, taken by Jennie Moore

     Hello everyone, welcome back to the blog. As y'all know, visiting cemeteries is a big part of my work, and frankly a big part of my passion. Rather I visit for a specific reason or am just looking to learn, I often find myself drawn to random graves within the cemetery. For one reason or another, sometimes unbeknownst to me, I'm often gravitated toward a specific headstone among the sea of so many. When I experience this, I snap a picture, and go home to begin my research. I've decided to start writing about my findings, and sharing their stories with you all. Although many of these subjects may not be famous people, I find inspiration in the lives of these everyday persons. It is impossible to predict what is hiding behind the names on each stone. This series may not be for everyone, but I do hope some of you will enjoy and come along on these journeys with me!

    One of the first images I have taken in such a scenario is the one seen above. My dad and I are both interested in local history, so he has accompanied me on many cemetery visits. A few years back, we were visiting the Saint Michaels Church Catholic Cemetery in Fredericktown, Missouri. This cemetery is one of the oldest in the area, so it wasn't long before I found my stone of interest. When I see a stone of this type, it peaks my interest, as it may be a military issued stone. One with this weathering tipped me off that this could be a soldier of the Civil War, perhaps my favorite era to research. Sure enough, it became clear that it was my lucky day as I made my way closer. I had reached the grave of Benjamin B. Cahoon. I liked the name and was eager to know more. 

     Benjamin Benson Cahoon was born on July 7th, 1846 in Wilmington, Delaware. He was brought up in a respectable family, his father being a minister. Cahoon had plans to further pursue education when the Civil War broke out. He would join the Union cause, fighting with the First Regiment of the Delaware Volunteer Infantry, a part of the notable Army of the Potomac. During his service, Benjamin sustained injuries at both Antietam and Gettysburg, two of the bloodiest battles of the war. In spite of seeing the heights of the war's brutality, the young man returned home not only a survivor, but a hero.

    After the war concluded, Cahoon resumed his education, focusing in law. He also made the move to Missouri, settling in Fredericktown in 1868. Here, he established his law practice, understanding that Fredericktown was a growing hamlet with a need for his work. On February 3rd, 1869, Cahoon wed Miss Marie Isabella "Belle/Bella" LeCompte. Bella was born on October 18th, 1847 in Ste. Genevieve, Missouri, a descendant of one of Ste. Genevieve's early French settler families. Together, they would have three children Virginia, Eugenia, and Benjamin Jr. The marriage would last just under twenty years, until Bella passed away after a difficult battle with cancer on January 15th, 1889. She was surrounded by her family, including loving husband, Benjamin. Bella is remembered as a dedicated wife, mother, and member of the church. She is also buried in Saint Michaels Church Catholic Cemetery.

                                                         Benjamin Benson "B.B." Cahoon

    By this time, Cahoon's political career was going well. He had advanced from county attorney to circuit attorney, and had many impressive connections. His success had taken him to Washington D.C., where he met Miss Nancy Owens "Annie" Fisher, daughter of prominent Judge Fisher who was born on Christmas Day 1847. The two wed on March 5th, 1891 in a small but prestigious ceremony. From here, Cahoon continued his career, obtaining a nomination for governor in 1896. He would not win this election, but that set him on a path to pursue another interest of his. Governor Hadley went on to name Cahoon one of the managers of the Farmington Hospital, which still exists today. 

    After a prolonged battle with disease, Annie passed away on October 27th, 1915. She was laid to rest back in her home state of Delaware. Now a widower, Cahoon went on with his practice despite experiencing hearing loss in his advancing age. On July 22nd 1923, tragedy struck the family once again when Cahoon's granddaughter, Virginia Ann Cahoon, was killed in a car accident in Wayne County, Missouri. Virginia was the daughter of Benjamin Jr., and she was only 18 years old at the time of her passing. This is often attributed to be the ultimate downfall of Benjamin Sr.'s health and well being, as his health began to spiral after this incident. 

    On the morning of November 9th the same year, Benjamin Benson Cahoon Sr. passed away in his sleep at his home in Fredericktown. The loss of the community's beloved "B.B." was felt widely, as many paid respect to the man and his impressive career. Cahoon came from humble roots, and was truly self made. From a poor young man traveling west, to a soldier, to a lawyer and politician, Cahoon had done it all. 

    Over a century has elapsed since Cahoon's death, and had I not stumbled upon his stone, I likely would've never known his story. Now you know his story too, and I hope you found it interesting enough to join me on the blog again in the future. 

     

Middle Tennessee's Tent Graves | Polk Bilbrey Cemetery | Overton County, Tennessee | Cemeteries

 

Polk Bilbrey Cemetery Sign taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    In 2017, my mom and I traveled to Overton County, Tennessee on a quest of genealogy. We have deep ancestral roots in the area, prompting us to make the six-hour journey from southeast Missouri. One of the stops we made upon arrival was the Polk Bilbrey Cemetery, one of the most fascinating cemeteries I've ever visited. This was my first time seeing tent graves, which immediately grabbed my attention. American and Confederate flags decorated the graves, marking the resting places of many soldiers from both the Civil and Revolutionary wars. 

Tent Graves in Polk Bilbrey Cemetery taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    So, what are tent graves? Primarily a trait of middle Tennessee, tent graves, also sometimes called "comb graves" first appeared here in the early 1800s. They consist of a tent-like shape formed by stone slabs over the burial. These graves can also be found in other southern states, but it is Tennessee where the phenomenon is most prevalent. Why exactly these graves came to be is debated, theories range from simply deterring digging animals to perhaps a spiritual significance. Regardless of why, these graves became ingrained in the culture of middle Tennessee.

Polk Bilbrey Cemetery taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    Polk Bilbrey Cemetery sits off a lone gravel road outside of Livingston, Tennessee. As I walked the grounds, I felt a sense of deep wonder and curiosity. I have walked many cemeteries, but none like this one. I was so grateful to have seen these mysterious tent graves with my own eyes. They are truly one of the United States' most interesting pieces of cemetery history. 

Isham Bilbrey Grave taken by Jennie Moore, 2017

    Although not a tent grave, a burial that grabbed my attention was that of Revolutionary War soldier Isham Hansford Bilbrey, namesake of the cemetery. Bilbrey was born in 1765 in North Carolina to Thomas and Sarah (Smith) Bilbrey. He married Ruth Sellers in 1788, and they went on to have thirteen children. Isham served in the Continental Line in North Carolina during the Revolutionary War, surviving his service and passing away at age 81-82 in Overton County, Tennessee. He has the second earliest documented birth year in the cemetery.

    Thank you all for joining me on another journey. I hope you enjoyed this stop and leaned something new, I certainly did. Polk Bilbrey is one of the most interesting cemeteries I've had the pleasure of visiting, and I hope to encounter more tent graves in the future. If you have ever visited tent graves, or any unique graves for that matter, I'd love to hear about your visit in the comments. Until next time, take care friends. 

A Civil War Soldier's Widow in the 1950s | Nancy Jane "Aunt Nan" Dosing | Flat River, Park Hills, Missouri

 

Nancy Jane "Aunt Nan" (Whaley) Dosing c. 1949

    Hello everyone, welcome back to the blog! In today's article, I want to share with you the life of a very interesting and beloved local woman with quite the unique story. Nicknamed "Aunt Nan" by the community, Nancy left an immense impact on her hometown of Flat River, Missouri. A loving and funny maternal figure to many, Nancy's life and memories are a view into an era of the Lead Belt that is only otherwise captured in the occasional black and white photo. Perhaps the most interesting element of Nancy's story, is that she was the widow of a Civil War soldier, and was the only known local woman to be receiving a Civil War pension that long after the war. Nancy received her late husband's pension until her death in 1958, nearly a century after the start of the Civil War.

Nancy Jane (Whaley) Dosing, younger

    On July 17th, 1870, Flat River couple George and Gillilah (Cobb) Whaley welcomed a baby girl into their family. They would call her Nancy Jane, and raise her in the small farming community in which they had settled. As a child, Nancy lived in a log home, referred to as the Walton house, which sat on the corner of what is now West Main Street and Coffman Street in Flat River, now a part of the city of Park Hills. George Whaley was a farmer, and we know he cultivated corn. In addition to crops, the Whaley family also raised cattle, sourcing their own milk and butter. Click here to read an article about Aunt Nan and her memories from the Lead Belt News written in 1949. 

John Dosing Sr.

    In 1902, Nancy Jane Whaley married a man named John Dosing Sr., who was twenty-six years her elder. He was a widower, father, and stepfather. John was born on April 14th, 1844 in Schmelz, Germany, though relocated to the United States as an infant along with his parents. Here he served in the American Civil War as a member of the Union Army, with the 49th Illinois Infantry, Company G. Although being German born, John was known for his patriotism and was proud to fight for the cause. Dosing entered the service as a Private and exited as a Sergeant. He spent the rest of his career in the local lead mines, as well as being an active member of the community, local churches, and lodges. Like Aunt Nan, John was given the nickname "Uncle John". 

    Together, Nancy and John Dosing raised his children, and also adopted Nancy's niece, Alma. All children were treated as their own, and although Nancy never had any biological children, she became a wonderful and treasured mother. John Dosing Sr. passed away on October 15th, 1918 of an illness he had been battling for about three weeks. At the time of his passing, John was 74, leaving Nancy as a widow at only 48 years old. Nancy would never remarry, living out the remainder of her life, another forty years, in the home she once shared with her husband. 

    It was during these years that Aunt Nan became the figure we remember so well today. Although the only human living in the home, Nancy surely was not without company. Aunt Nan was a known animal lover, having multiple pet birds, and a dog named Prince. Some neighbors may have wished the noisy birds away, but Nancy vowed to keep and care for them, and the neighbors who loved Nancy so, simply learned to cope with the chatter. Nancy could often be seen walking the main drag in Flat River, doing her shopping. Even as she aged, she remained busy, enjoying her daily tasks. Aunt Nan fancied listening to the radio, old-style cooking, and visitors. Until her death, a portrait of her late husband hung on the wall for her to admire. By the 1950s, Nancy Jane Dosing was the only known woman in the area still receiving a pension for being the widow of the Civil War soldier.

    Nancy Jane Dosing passed away on September 15th, 1958 at the age of 88. The Dosings are buried in the Knights of Pythias Cemetery in Park Hills, Missouri (Flat River area). Their story is an interesting one and I do hope you enjoyed hearing it. Thank you for joining me on the blog and I hope you'll join me again in the future. 

    

The Old Cape Girardeau Bridge at Riverfront Bridge Park | Cape Girardeau, Missouri | Landmark Landing

Old Cape Girardeau Bridge Base at Riverfront Bridge Park, taken by Jennie Moore

        Hello friends, welcome to the blog! Today's entry is a stop Walter and I made in Cape Girardeau, Missouri a while back. Riverfront Bridge Park is at the base of what was once the Cape Girardeau Bridge and is now a scenic lookout point over the Mississippi River. Before being replaced by the Bill Emerson Memorial Bridge, the Cape Girardeau Bridge was once an engineering feat. 

    It was May 4th, 1926, when President Calvin Coolidge approved a bill to build a bridge across the Mississippi River from Cape Girardeau, Missouri to East Cape Girardeau, Illinois. It would be a continuous through truss bridge at a length of 4744.3 feet, width of 20 feet, and weighing a whopping 43,000 tons. The bridge was built by the American Bridge Company and U.G.I. Company for approximately 1.2 million dollars. Construction began in February of 1927, and the bridge was opened on September 3rd, 1928. An opening ceremony was held and attended by some 15,000 people.

Old Cape Girardeau Bridge, photographer unknown

    The Cape Girardeau Bridge served its people for three quarters of a century before being replaced by the Bill Emerson Memorial Bridge in 2003. Today, the recognizable bridge base is a quaint and enjoyable park. Walter and I enjoyed our walk and view out onto the mighty Mississippi. As a history nerd, I really appreciate that this part of the bridge was saved and made into something for the community. We will definitely be visiting this park again, perhaps with a picnic on a nice day.

Visitng Blueberry Hill on the Delmar Loop | St. Louis, Missouri | Landmark Landing

 

    

    Hello everyone, welcome back to the blog! I wanted to share with y'all this really neat place I got to visit a few weeks ago called Blueberry Hill! Blueberry Hill is a restaurant and music venue club located in The Delmar Loop in St. Louis, Missouri. This was actually Walter and I's first time visiting Delmar Loop altogether, and I can't wait to go back and see more! Y'all know my best friend Aliyah, she makes a great tour guide and has found all the must see places in St. Louis. She is who took us to Blueberry Hill, and it certainly did not disappoint!

     

    Blueberry Hill was opened in the 1972 by a man named Joe Edwards, who had a vision for The Loop. The Delmar Loop had been an entertainment and commercial hub starting in the 1920s, but by the 1950s, began experiencing decline. The 1970s, and Joe Edwards, brought revitalization to The Loop, creating the popular tourist attraction we know today. The Delmar Loop prides itself in being deemed one of the "Top 10 Streets in America", and I can see why! 

 

 

    It's hard to describe the aesthetic of Blueberry Hill exactly, but in three words, I would say it is maximalist, quirky, and fun! The few photos I took doesn't even begin to cover all there is to see in this building, and I honestly wouldn't want to spoil it for you! Walking around the winding rooms and halls was the most enjoyable part for me, around every corner there is a surprise. Cases full of memorabilia, vintage items, themed decor. This place really could be considered a museum on top of everything else. Do any of my readers remember Howdy Doody? I've never seen so much of him in one place!

     I really love everything they have on display, but pictured above is what really took my breath away. In that case is Chuck Berry's guitar. If you know St. Louis and you know music, you know Chuck Berry. Blueberry Hill has several related items for fans to see, which is totally awesome if you ask me. In addition to this, St. Louis's own "Walk of Fame" exists on Delmar Loop. We stopped to see Chuck Berry's star during our walk to Blueberry Hill.

     I didn't try any food during my visit, but a friend said the pretzel bites were a good choice. We enjoyed the sound of the band coming from "The Duck Room", the live music room at Blueberry Hill. Joe Edwards, the owner, has had many impressive acts visit the Duck Room, and has met countless of notable artists. Photos of Edwards and the host of stars he's met line the walls of several rooms and hallways. That I will leave to be a surprise, because we had so much fun looking at the images one by one and I suggest you do the same. When it comes to my favorite artists, it seems that Joe has met them all. 

    I will definitely be visiting Blueberry Hill again in the future, and if you decide to visit The Delmar Loop, I suggest you make a stop to see it for yourself! My photos really don't do this place justice, and I'll try to do better when I revisit, but truly I was immersed in my experience, and I think you will be too. Thank you for visiting the blog and if you visit Blueberry Hill, please let me know your favorite thing you saw! 

     
 

Solving a Missing Photo Mystery | More About My Grandpa

     First of all, I want to express my gratitude toward those of you who read my last post and shared such kind and encouraging words. I'm graciously overwhelmed by the response, and I can't tell you all how much it means to me. Each of your compliments brings me great honor, most times I can't believe they are being said about me. To say I have great friends, family, and readers is an understatement. Without those things, I believe I would find it rather difficult to write at all, even if it is a much-needed mode of therapy. I'm really grateful for your support. 

    Although I understood the direction I was meant to continue writing in, I wasn't specifically sure where to start. There is so much to cover. So many people, so many memories. Of course, I gravitated toward the idea of writing more about my grandpa, but how could I possibly fit him into one article? It simply can't be done, so I was left once again wondering where to start. Today, I got my answer. Another seemingly divine encounter with impeccable timing. 

    I've been documenting my life and travels for as long as I can remember. I've always been the friend that takes all the pictures. I call myself a "memory hoarder". It began with disposable film cameras, then a digital camera, and eventually my first iPhone. Sometimes when I wanted to capture a moment important to me, I'd ask someone to take a photo of me. I've kept as many photos as possible from throughout my life, although I was always somewhat bothered by a group of photos and videos that I had lost track of. I had taken these between the ages of 10 to 14 on my first couple of iPhones. Last I could remember, they were uploaded onto my cute yellow laptop...that I haven't seen in years. I thought about the photos fairly often and hoped they didn't get thrown out with the computer, but it wasn't looking good. Over the years I had found a couple drives, looked through the photos, no luck. I had just about given up.

    Today, my dad came over to visit me. My chronic illness has been giving me trouble, and he knows his presence is some of the best medicine. While here, he was rummaging through a drawer looking for batteries, when he pulled out a dusty CD case with two discs inside. "Jen iPhone Pics 2014" they read in black marker. I was stunned. That drawer had been blocked for some time, so I hadn't looked there for the photos. I also don't recall them being put onto discs, something my dad must've thoughtfully done before laying my old computer to rest. "I should've known you wouldn't have just chucked the computer without saving my pictures." I said to him. "Of course not." he smiled and handed me the case, along with the disc reader to use with my current laptop. 

    I had a loose idea of what some of the photos could be. Snapshots of weekends at Goose Creek, our trip to Florida, my dad and I's adventures. A while back, my dad had asked me if I still had those pictures of my grandpa and I hauling hay on the farm when I was a kid. Unfortunately, those were among the missing photos. I prayed there would be a way to recover them, as they were all the more precious now. When I popped the first disc in, I knew what I hoped I would find. The first disc I put in was actually the second disc chronologically; all of the photos being taken in 2014. I flipped through them all, happy about my finds, but not entirely satisfied. I ejected the disc and switched it out for disc one, those photos being taken in 2013. 

    I flipped through only a handful of photos before I reached what I had been searching for. The photo was even better than I remembered, showing both my grandpa and I in our tractors, side by side. It was a great wave of emotion, a true feeling of joy. I immediately sent it to my dad, who was also overjoyed. I knew then what I would write about today. 

My grandfather (Darrell Plummer) and I (Jennie Moore) hauling hay on our farm in Knob Lick, Missouri - taken summer of 2013.

    Hauling hay with my grandpa, who I always called "Papa", is among my most favorite memories. Any memory I have of us spending time together on the farm lay especially close to my heart. I was blessed with countless summer days where I tagged along with Papa to check the cattle and visit his parents who lived in the farmhouse at the time. I think even then I knew how special those moments were. He trusted me with big tasks early; he always believed in me more than I believed in myself. Maybe eleven is a bit young to be operating agricultural equipment, but he never put me in over my head. We did this many times over the years, always without incident. We worked well together, and he always had a way of knowing what I was capable of. 

   He taught me how to drive slowly and carefully, keeping an eye out for ruts in the field. There were even times where he let me sit on his lap and drive his truck in the field. I don't know what I did to deserve the honors he gave me, but I'm forever grateful he allowed me to have those experiences. 

    Today, my dad and step-mother live in the farmhouse, taking over about two years ago. That has been one of the biggest blessings in my life, without question. Often I roam the fields, reminiscing on my memories with my since passed family members. I retrace their steps, taking in the view that they too once sought refuge in. The farm holds pieces of my loved ones, as if a portion of their energy had come to stay after they left their earthly form, creating a place I could always go to feel that closeness I yearn for. Now, I walk to find my grandfather. Perhaps it is really he that finds me. Either way, I usually end my walk feeling better. 

 

    I'm really grateful we recovered the missing photos, especially the one of my Papa and I. If I could only save one photo from the bunch, it would be this one. It will likely take me tens of articles to fully tell my grandfather's story, and how much he and our relationship means to me. Now that I cannot give the love in my heart directly to him, I'm sure I will write about him for the rest of my life. Thank you for lending an ear, it means the world to me. Until next time, friends.