On the morning of May 12, I was so hoping we could decide to do one more walk on the Magee Marsh boardwalk,
but the weather had turned decidedly colder, and it was so windy, it really wasn't a good idea.
So, we decided instead to visit the Gene Stratton-Porter home near Rome City, Indiana ~ well worth it!
The other side of this sign states that 10 million copies of her books sold by 1924.
She gained financial independence from her writings before many women even had careers at all.
She eventually organized her own movie production company, producing movies based on her novels.
After she started making lots of money, she bought 120 acres on Sylvan Lake with a mile of shoreline
and had this home built in 1912. She called the estate Wildflower Woods.
Our guide told us that the family often slept on the second-story screened porch to escape the heat.
I just loved the view from her front porch ~ out over Sylvan Lake.
~ stairway in the entry ~
We were not permitted to tour the upstairs.
~ Gene Stratton-Porter ~
~ dining room ~
Most of the furnishings are original to the home.
~ parlor ~
~ view from parlor window ~
~ parlor fireplace ~
This fireplace is so interesting ~ each stone was a gift from different friends whom she had told
to bring her a stone from somewhere they had been. She designed it, even having the stones
laid to form a few images ~ you might pick out the Revolutionary War soldier on the right side.
I loved her library ~ the room where she sat on that couch to dictate her books to her secretary.
~ her secretary's typewriter ~
~ her favorite fireplace in the home (there are several) ~
This one is formed completely from puddin' stone (puddingstone) ~ her favorite kind of rock.
~ the conservatory ~
She sometimes had cages here with injured birds which she nursed back to health.
She did some of her plant potting in this room.
I'm sure I could spend a good bit of my life in her library and conservatory,
reading books and studying birds and nature for days on end.
~ her dark room ~
She also was an accomplished photographer.
~ kitchen ~ state-of-the-art at the time ~
~ flour and sugar bins ~
~ ice-box refrigerator ~
~ grape arbor ~
The gardens were stunningly beautiful ~ well-kept by a gardener and volunteers.
She was killed in an accident in Los Angeles in 1924 when her limousine mistakenly
pulled in front of a streetcar. She was buried in California, but per her wishes,
was later re-buried at this site in Wildflower Woods beneath her favorite tree,
a giant chinkapin oak. Her daughter is buried there, as well.
I am determined to make a concerted effort now to read more of her books;
I have only read a couple of them ~ it is time to change that.
"Let the field be joyful, and all that is therein: then shall all the trees of the wood rejoice."