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Bean Blossom Covered Bridge

1/22/2021

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This lovely post card collection belongs to Cathy and David Martin who was kind enough to loan them to PVH for this blog.  We hope you enjoy them.  

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BEAN BLOSSOM OVERLOOK

11/16/2020

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PostThe Bean Blossom Overlook is nestled in the heart of the designated "Brown County Parkway" along HWY 135N between Bean Blossom and Nashville, Indiana.  This corridor was set aside to preserve the landscape's scenic beauty in 1932 by the Department of Natural Resources State Parks director, Col. Richard Lieber.  

In 1985, the DNR gifted approximately 150 acres of land that included the Bean Blossom overlook to the Brown County Parks & Recreation Department to ensure the property remain in local stewardship.  Since that time, very little has changed, however, the maturing hardwoods continued to grow, blocking the once majestic view of the countryside.

In 2017, I was approached by members of Peaceful Valley Heritage Preservation Society requesting that the Parks Department consider re-opening the view from the overlook.  I was told that decades ago the spectacular view from this overlook rivaled that of any other in the state.  Aside from the aesthetic benefits to the locals, the Bean Blossom overlook was, at one time, a major attraction among tourists along the parkway.  I was shown late 1950's-early 1960's era photographs of families picnicking, artists with easels, painting the scenery, and others viewing the landscape will binoculars.

With approval from the Park Board, and after examine several options, I reached out to a local timber buyer and arranged for a timber harvest to take place to re-open the view.  This allowed the project to be completed with no cost to the BC Parks & Rec. Dept.  Since the re-opining of the overlook view, we have received numerous compliments regarding the project.  I have also noticed that now, each time I drive past, the overlook typically has several visitors picnicking or just enjoying the view, much the same as it did decades ago...

Mark Shields, Director
​Brown County Parks & Recreation

Postcards Supplied By: Cathy Martin
Signage Sponsored By: Wolff and Wolff


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Sprunica Once Was...

7/5/2020

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 In Hamblen township there lays a little village called Sprunica about half way between Bean Blossom and Spearsville. In its heyday it was a thriving town with a bustling trade. The village was supposedly named by Chris Duhammel in 1876 when he said “Sprunica would be a fine name” and it was used ever since. Originally it was called Spooning and finally the name Sprunica stuck. In the village there stood a two story building that was once a Red Men’s Lodge which had been converted to a storage building for feed. Every Saturday night folks from all over Hamblen Township drove thru axle deep mud or thick clouds of dust depending on the weather to get to the Red Men’s Lodge. Downstairs in the building there was also a thriving general store owned by J. R. Brickey. Unfortunately the building burned to the ground in 1945. An annual event, the Sprunica Fair, lasted about four days. It became a very popular event and people came from as far away as Indianapolis. The fairgrounds were located on the Sam Walker place. There was a half mile horse race and many people bet on them. On Saturday nights there were cock fights with considerable betting going on there as well. In a Democrat article Delphia Clark, age 94, in 1993 reported that “In the winter we put a wagon bed on a sleigh and heated up some irons or bricks to tuck under quilts to keep warm on the way to church. The local church was the gathering place for all the local folk; everyone went to church back then. Ice cream socials, dances, and political meetings drew everyone around to the church. The Sprunica Church formerly called the Walker Creek Church was established by early pioneers, the Walker family, on land owned by Franklin Walker. The first families to attend the church were Franklin Walker, Samuel Walker, Abraham Chappell, Jacob Walker, Henry Burton, Solomon Wiatt, James Parmerlee, Moses Thorp, Conrad Kirtz, Samuel Smith, John Smith, Sorther Calvin, Stephen DeBoard, Wiley Guy, William Hamblen, and others. The church was first a Christian church and then became a Baptist church. The last Baptist preacher was Ralph Schrougham who preached 1945 to 1955. The area just north of the church was a gathering place of the local people for picnics and community events. The Red Men’s Lodge was east of the church and the fairgrounds were north of it. On the west side was the Sprunica School. The church has since been restored by the local community, and is a landmark for the area. Nothing remains of the old school and the lodge. Other families that moved into the area were the Porters, Foxes, Derringers, Vaughts, Waymans, Fords, Waltzes, Burtons, Campbells, Meads, Poultons, and Youngs, of which many are buried at the Sprunica Church Cemetery. Sprunica still has the old church, next to a new church, and an elementary school but the bustling community is no more. Also located at Sprunica was a regional Normal School where young men and women could further their education to become teachers.
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The Making of a Indiana Historical Marker

9/23/2019

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Under all of the ivy, weeds, honeysuckle and poison ivy we found the medal wheel.  As we continued to clean out this mess we dug up the stones of a grist mill. 
PVH volunteer members cleaned out the various roots to create a space befitting the marker.
The marker process takes patience and dedication.  PVH talked about applying for a marker recognizing Frank Hohenberger's work in Brown County in early of 2018.

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Contacting the Indiana Department of Natural Resources is the first step.  We needed to discuss our interest in obtaining a marker for Frank Hohenberger and seeing if they are in agreement.  PVH was convinced that Hohenberger was a viable historic person deserving of a marker.   Once that was determined PVH could proceed.
Wording is important.  The words must tell the story in just a few words that the DNR finds acceptable.
Placement of the agreed upon words is the work of DNR.  The marker materials, the length of the post and installation is determined by the DNR.
PVH contacted James Glass PhD of Historic Preservation & Heritage Consulting LLC to discuss his interest in filling out the application; an agreement, contract and half deposit was made in the beginning of 2018.  Applications are tedious and require significant                                                                                                                            research, every point must be proved; professional historians are not necessary but PVH felt Frank Hohenberger deserved to have a proven professional fill our this application.  The final application cost was $5,203.18.  Once the process was started we were drawn into meetings to discuss the correct wording by members and others which took months of correction and rewrites, reviews, meetings and input from Casey Pfeiffer.  Finally we were ready to submit the application to the DNR's Indiana Historical Bureau.   At that point they had their own review before it was approved and once the approval was given the application went on to be made which was in June, 2019.  The cost for the marker itself was $2,950 which was paid by a grant received from the Brown County Community Foundation.   The marker was delivered and then a date had to be agreed  upon within all of the parties involved.  August 29, 2019 decidedly worked for PVH and DNR.   PVH  contacted people involved with getting the marker the point of installation.  Members got commitments from speakers and decided Buzz King, who had personal experience with Frank Hohenberger agreed to talk about the man his family considered a friend.  Members started on advertising the event, preparing posters and printing programs.  The building and area needed cleaned which took many hours over five days.  So the time came, area set up, cookies baked by members and lemonade was ready; people came along with the editor of the Democrat and a journalist with a camera from WTIU.  The final cost of the marker was close to $8,500.  A gift to the community that will last a life time. 

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Frank Hohenberger State Historical Marker Dedication

9/14/2019

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Down In The Hills

8/3/2019

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                                                                 O'Brown County By Frank M. Hohenberger
                                                                        Indianapolis Star, November 4, 1945

Deserted cabins and barns hold a fascination for me.  The weather has frayed the edges and oodles of color has been added--especially where the rust from metal roofs and mold on clapboards can be seen.  Over in Hamblen Township I came across a nice specimen owned by Riley Lawson.  It is a one story affair with various leantos--one of those homes where, when the owner accumulated a few dollars, he built an addition.  At the west end of the house is an immense elm tree and its branches provide shelter over quite an acreage.  This must have been a happy playground for happy children in days gone by.  Crossing the creek afterwards I saw several cars parked on the concrete slab where men folks were passing the time in conversation.  One of these men was Amos Burton who has lived in Brown County 50 years.  His farm joins the Salt Creek line and he told me he put in the last six years taking rock from the bottom of the stream to build a fence.  More than 150 loads of rock have been "lifted" from this immediate site and hauled in two country places north of Indianapolis.  Driving up the hill I was soon in the village of Sprunica.  Here on the right is the Red Men's hall, now converted into a storage place for feed. Once it was a thriving general store. 
Mrs. Jesse Coyle lived in one side of the place and she said she moved there because fire had destroyed her home not far away.  She wants to tear it down, and I don't blame her, but that's how we eradicate the old landmarks around which history was made and the gossip pot kept boiling.  Inside the place was a sign, "J. R. Brickey Store."  The next stopping store was in Goshen neighborhood was the site of the Bill Lee tanyard.  Part of a wall which held back the water from the institution is all that is to be seen of the landmark.  I met John Fox, 84, who said he recalls folks hauling bark in the place, known at one time as the Parmalee farm.  John had just came in from the tobacco field where he had put in five days cutting Burley tobacco.  One of his boys won't work in tobacco on account of his dislike for the weed--not because he doesn't like to work. for that Fox family is always up and at it when there is something that needs looking after.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  

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Brown County Street Fair

7/7/2019

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“Buzz” KingBy “BUZZ” KING, guest columnist
Good times here are not forgotten, and among them was the Brown County street fair and the fall carnival.
The street fair in Nashville is as old as — well, nobody alive remembers not having a street fair, and I would guess that nobody alive knew anybody who remembered not having a street fair. But alas, we have not a street fair now and have not for a while.
We do have the Brown County 4-H fair at the fairgrounds east of Greasy Creek Road — well suited for what we need, more room, more attractions and more fun. But back to the street fair.
Tents covered Main Street from Van Buren to just east of Johnson, and Jefferson Street from north of Franklin to a half-block south of Gould. The remaining street space was used for some rides and games of skill or luck. Tractors and livestock were under cover, along with exhibits and offers of service, etc.
Great community spirit oozed from all, and I still remember the thrill of it all, and by Sunday morning, the only thing left was the trash and drink stains. The smell of canvas was gone for another year.
But there was still a good time on the way in the form of the school carnival held behind the high school on Van Buren. The carnival was just that, rides and games, weekday evenings and Saturday ‘til late. The alley which is now Old School Way was open during the day and covered with activity each evening.
When I was 10, I walked up to the carnival during the off hours. The ferris wheel operator was there and I ask for a ride. “Sure,” he said, and I rose to the top. It stopped and two more people got on. Now, even at 10, I knew that it was best to balance the load, which is what just happened. Nice long ride and the big wheel stopped and the two got off. The operator did not restart the ride!
I was enjoying the view when suddenly, I noticed no one around — no operator, no people anywhere, as the noon siren rang out.
This day, that hour lunch seemed to take forever. I knew I was in no danger, but I didn’t want to sit alone for that hour. No one seemed to see or hear me.
When the operator returned and heard me yell, things happened fast. He was so sorry and took me to the Ideal Ride trailer where they gave me a full book of tickets (250). Friends came out of the woodwork the rest of the day.
When I was 17, I took Cheryl to the carnival on Saturday night and won seven stuffed animals (large). We both had a good time I think, but so did our friends. We shared our good fortune with Becky, Joy and two others, and Cheryl took three home.
I never did tell her that all week I had been practicing the one game all week and had already won 13 stuffed bears, etc. On Friday night, the security office banned me from that game. What a night, wow!
‘Til next time. — Buzz
BC Democrat
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Sage of Brown County

3/30/2019

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Frank M. Hohenberger, photographer, began his 82nd year far too busy even to consider retirement.  Hohenberger, spent 40 years in Nashville turning out from his one-man studio photographs and writings that depict the picturesque countryside and those who live there.  "I've devoted most of my life to this work," Hohenberger said, "and I wouldn't be happy doing anything else.  So how could I consider retirement?" 

In June, 1923, he wrote his first column for The Indianapolis Star titled, "Down in the Hills O'Brown County."  Jos war,. good-natured writings about the folksy ways of Brown County citizens were a regular feature of The Star for more than 30 years,.  In 1952 he wrote a book under the same name with an authoritative history of the area.  Hohenberger worked in the composing room of The Star for several years before the passion for making good photographs got the best of him and he departed for Brown County and national fame.

Born near Defiance, Ohio, he became an orphan when 5 years old and was reared by his grandparents.  After an apprenticeship in the printing trade, Hohenberger came to Indianapolis where he obtained a job on the old Sentinel.  While dreaming of a career as a photographer, he spent the next several years working for newspapers at Dayton, Ohio and Louisville, KY. 

He returned to Indianapolis after the turn of the century and went to work for The Star.  It wasn't long, however, before he cleaned his hands of printer's ink for the last time and announced he was leaving for Brown County to start in business.

"My associates told me I'd be back soon, but they were wrong," he said.  He was never to return to a print shop although he was still a member of International Typographical Union 1.  Hohenberger believes his picture of "The Liars' Bench" is the most famous of any he has taken, and that includes thousands.  The photograph was made in the courthouse yard at Nashville in 1923.  The bench was said to be the meeting place for the best storytellers in the country.  

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An Old Settler

6/27/2018

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Notes on a Conversation with a really "Old Settler"
By Steve Arnold
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Don Ford

5/31/2017

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Don Ford in Hamblen Township, Brown County, Indiana FOLKLORE OR LEGEND????
Pinehearst, on Three Notch Road in Brown County, Indiana,at one time was a stage coach stop. It had rooms, and supplied meals to the passengers that were traveling the Three Notch Trail, which extended from  what is now the South Bend, Indiana area to the Ohio
River near Tell City. One of the tales of this stage coach stop is that a man
was murdered in one of the rooms upstairs, and when he 
tried to get out of the upstairs windows, his hands were
bloody from his wounds, and there is still his bloody 
hand prints on the window sill and the north side of the
building.
The original building still stands and has been restored
to a more modern condition. It was said that this murder was done by a local person, 
that found his wife with one of the travelers.
Others say that it was a murder of a bandit that tried to
get away after stealing the wallet (poke) of a traveler.
Some said it must have been the White Hats, as the keeper 
of the Inn had beaten his wife, and the murdered man was
the Inn Keeper. This was disclaimed by the old timers, as
the White Hats had never been known to kill anyone.
It said that when the family and visitors are here at
this location, a ghost sits at the top of the stairs and
watches those below.
Another tale pertaining to this murder was that the first
person to be embalmed in Brown County was the murdered 
man. The embalmer brought his chemicals to this location.
In order for the chemicals to work, they were heated 
over a fire. The custom of the time was to sit up with
the body, until it was buried. The men became
intoxicated, and overturned the chemicals, which burned
along with the body. This scared the local men, and they
departed. They say that the ghost is the murdered man
looking for his body.
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