Our last day in Indiana Jeff & I spent with his cousin Johnny in Madison, the town Jeff’s family is from. Once it cooled off a little bit Johnny took us on a tour of Madison in his golf cart – and to an excellent Chinese buffet for supper. I had been to Madison many times, but he showed us some sights I can’t ever remember seeing before, so that was fun. There is a crazy curvy road up the hill that has been blocked to cars now – I cannot imagine how many people must have died on that mountain road before they did that – but we could ride the golf cart up it, and it went right beside the cemetery where Jeff’s great-grandfather is buried.
In driving around the old part of Madison, Johnny pointed out that you could see the spire on the top of the firehouse across the way, where many of his and Jeff’s family have served as volunteer firefighters over the decades, including Johnny himself. The original windvane, called Little Jimmy, was made by Jeff’s grandfather I don’t know how many decades ago, but it is now inside a display case inside the firehouse. A copper replica is on top of the building now.
