I have been a member of the Perry Township / Southport Historical Society for several years. We have a meeting with a presentation every other month. 

Starting out the new year, our speaker was Ashley Petry. She was our guest a couple of years ago. She has written another book, “Indianapolis - An Illustrated Timeline,” that she shared with us at our meeting with everyone wearing face masks.

We had a nice turnout. Society president Barry Browning introduced the author to members and guests. Earlier I had met my friend and the organization’s treasurer Sharon David in the hallway. We went into the meeting together.

Ashley’s program was built around the history of Indiana and Indianapolis. She discussed how Indiana was founded along the Ohio River when rivers were the main way to move anything. So it was important to work and live near a waterway.

The first state capital was in Corydon on the Ohio River.  Ashley provided slides, one of them showed the outline of Indiana which then divided the state into three different population areas. The lower third was bordered along the south of the Ohio River and was the only section that showed population growth.

The state legislature at that time began discussing how difficult it would be for people and goods to be moved from the upper third of the state to the state capital. At some point, plans began to build a town or city very near the middle of the state.

It took quite a long time to decide on the location and the potential of moving materials up and down White River was really misunderstood.

The legislature couldn’t even agree on a name for the new city which seems difficult to believe today. Finally, they came up with the Greek word, “polis,” for city. So we live in “Indianacity” or as we know it as “Indianapolis.” 

When the new home and facilities were ready in Indianapolis, only then could all the state’s official documents and records be moved from Corydon. The move involved a couple of elected state officials (secretary and treasurer) to transport everything on horse-drawn wagons. All the state’s money was also in those wagons.

As they traveled, Petry pointed out, they tried to find a cabin to stay overnight. The men stayed with the wagons and protected materials and the state’s money. Women and children who accompanied the wagons could sleep inside. 

With no roads, I’m thinking that they mostly went from one place to another by using paths that local residents had developed.

Many years ago, I helped develop a city tour of Indianapolis. It was fun to explain to visitors that Indianapolis was a planned city. It was originally set up to be just a one-mile square city. The boundaries were North, East, South, and West streets.

The governor’s house was supposed to be located at the center of the Monument Circle area, but that never happened. Petry pointed out that no governor’s wife was inclined to hang their laundry out on a clothes line in the middle of the city.
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I would have really enjoyed sharing some of these stories that I just learned last week during my city tours.  Thanks to Ashley Petry for a great program.

From Wednesday, January 26, 2022 edition

A couple of weeks ago, I was visiting with some friends and the name Dennis Rodman came up. I got to know Dennis Rodman during the time that he was playing professional basketball for the Chicago Bulls.
He was inducted into the National Basketball Association Basketball Hall of Fame in 2011. His acceptance speech is still available online and I have watched it several times. Rodman is a very complicated person; I learned that firsthand.

Several years ago, I owned a small business and also worked part-time for a charter bus company. I mostly drove local charters. I drove city tours, Eli Lilly & Company charters and several NBA teams when they came in to play against the Pacers.

One of the teams that I worked with was the Chicago Bulls. It was fun getting to meet and work with the players, coaches and their support staff.

One morning when I picked up the team from their hotel to take them to Market Square Arena for practice, a trainer asked if it would be possible for me to drive Dennis Rodman to the IUPUI Physical Fitness Center. I checked and my boss said it would be fine.

Dennis climbed aboard and we were on our way. I drove to the address that I was provided and there wasn’t any sort of building in the entire block. All I saw was a large parking lot. I drove around a second time thinking that I must have missed something. Same results. I made a larger loop around a couple of blocks. Nothing!

I figured that I would try the area of the campus that I was thinking the fitness center was once located. All this time, Rodman had been silent. When I turned onto University Boulevard and closed in on where I thought I remembered it being located, I heard him say, “There you go. That’s it.”

As I pulled up to the entrance, I asked why he hadn’t said anything while I was driving around confused and wasting time. He said that he didn’t think it would be very polite. He asked me how he was supposed to get back to the hotel.

I told him that I would stay and drive him back. He smiled and thanked me quietly. I was amazed that he always addressed me as “sir” when we were talking. It took quite a while to find a parking place for a 40-foot charter coach.

About an hour later, Dennis and two physical trainers came walking toward the bus. The three of them got aboard and explained that it was lunch time and asked if I could take them to a restaurant in Union Station for lunch. 

No problem.

Rodman had thanked me several times for driving him to his appointment. Now he was insisting that I find another place to park the bus and join them for lunch. I tried explaining that it would probably be impossible to find a place to park that bus near Union Station and it wasn’t necessary for me to join them for lunch.
Dennis insisted. I was able to find a secure parking place for the bus and had an interesting and exciting lunch with them. 

That day I learned there were two very different Dennis Rodmans, one who put on a big loud show and the quiet, polite one that became my friend.
I just watched Dennis Rodman’s acceptance speech again. It’s special to see both “wild Dennis” and quiet polite Dennis in that video.
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From Wednesday, January 19, 2022 edition

I am often totally amazed when things come together when my brain and its memories start operating on overtime. On occasion I then have material for an article and that has happened a few times lately.
About two weeks before Christmas, I discovered one of the physical therapists, Cara Daffron, who has been helping me with my shoulder, had written a book, an e-book titled The Epiphany of Mrs. Claus. I downloaded the book and enjoyed reading it. 

Around the same time, the name of Randy Galvin, who was a year ahead of me at Southport High School, popped up. Randy was an amazing fellow. He was an excellent athlete who wrestled and played football. He also was involved in the junior and senior school plays. During those years, it wasn’t very often that a high school or college student who was involved in athletics was totally interested and involved in participating in school plays.

He attended Indiana University and was a very good Big 10 wrestler. His high school coach was Chauncey McDaniel and his college coach was Chauncey’s brother. He graduated from IU with a Masters of Theater Arts degree. He then taught school in Chevy Chase, Maryland and later at Butler University.  
In July 1967 he opened the Black Curtain Dinner Theater in the Talbott Square area of downtown  Indianapolis. The building was opened as a movie theater in the early 1920’s and became the first professional dinner theater in the city.

I have fond memories of attending plays at the dinner theater. My wife and I enjoyed the dinners and the play each time. Randy had an entertainer, John William Higar, later known as Billyjohn Rainbow, who painted upside-down landscapes and portraits on stage during intermissions. When finished, he would flip over the painting to reveal the real image to the surprise of the audience.
I remember driving through the downtown area of Indianapolis and looking to my right and spotting Billyjohn driving in the lane beside me. He was also painting an upside-down picture as we motored along. I quickly dropped back a bit and watched from a much safer distance.
During the time that Randy owned and operated his dinner theater, he also was very instrumental in the growth of the Talbott Village neighborhood.

As I was going through materials to put together this article, I came across something that stopped me in my tracks. Randy was an author. I discovered that he wrote only one book, titled Christmas Attitudes, with seven Christmas-related skits. We lost Randy Galvin way too soon. He passed away in 1997.
I sat back and smiled as I thought about learning about two Christmas books that have been written by two people I have personally known. This all happened within a one-month period before Christmas and with Christmas as the theme of each book.
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Thank you, Cara, and thank you Randy. I have enjoyed these memories. Even the Billyjohn ones.

From January 12, 2022 edition

My name is Stuart Shonk. I am a registered canine therapy provider. That means I am a dog that gets to visit people in hospitals, schools and nursing homes. I accomplish this with the assistance of my therapy partner and human dad, Fred Shonk.

To be a registered therapy animal requires a yearly physical around March or April at the Southside Animal Hospital and dad filling out some papers.
 
We have done therapy work for about 15 years now. I really enjoy going on therapy visits and meeting new humans. However, what I really like is when we revisit some friends that we have known for many years.
I’ve learned that most humans and animals have a primary care doctor. Mine has always been Dr. Mike Jones at the Southside Animal Hospital. Dad told me stories about Dr. Jones and a dog that at one time lived with mom and dad. I never got to meet Sam but I did inherit several wonderful toys and I’m sure that it was Sam’s smell that I detected on many of them.

I have so many mixed emotions about a visit to my doctor’s office. The first one is, “Oh no, what are we doing here?” Then when I jump out of the car, I start picking up smells from other friends that have walked in the yard.  I love that.

Dr. Jones always takes great care of me. That office staff is always fun to see and all of them start talking to me. Things generally go pretty good during my visits.

During my first or second visit, I noticed that that entire building has some very nice doors. I like doors and on occasion I find one that I can open all by myself. I really enjoy looking at doors. Over the years, I had listened to dad talking to all the folks at the animal hospital about my interest in doors. They seem to think that I am looking for the exit door all the time. Not true, I just like doors.

I remember being in the building when we learned that Dr. Jones was going to retire. At first, I thought they were saying that he was going to buy a new tire. I listened closer and finally figured it out. After I thought about that for a while, I was very happy for him.

A few days later, dad was reading some papers and telling mom a couple of stories about Dr. Jones. I laid on my couch and listened closely.

He told her a story about Dr. Jones building a big, wooden box around his hot water heater at his house. Dr. Jones thought the room would look much nicer if that ugly old hot water heater was well hidden. It seems that worked very nicely until a new hot water heater was needed. All of that hot water heater hidden stuff had to be removed before the new one could be installed. I didn’t know much about hot water heaters until I heard this story. I later checked ours. It’s out in the open in the garage.

He also told her a story about Dr. Jones painting a closet at the office.  It must have needed to be painted badly because one day when Dr. Jones had a little extra time, he leaped into action. Dr. Jones was between patients and was wearing his official doctor’s uniform. He emptied that closet and took several spray cans filled with white paint into the closet and closed that door. 

When he emerged, he looked quite like Frosty the Snowman. He was covered in white paint. I’m sure that is a day most of the folks at Southside Animal Hospital will never forget. Maybe Dr. Jones was banned from bringing spray paint into the building after that episode.

As I was laying on my couch and listening to these stories, it occurred to me that I pay attention to doors all the time. Both of the Dr. Jones stories had something to do with a door or the lack of one. No door for the hot water heater and closing the door to paint.

Dr. Jones and I have “doors” in common. I like that.
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We have seen many people wishing Dr. Jones a happy retirement. Everyone at our house feels exactly the same. We have invited him to maybe make a therapy visit with us one of these days.
Happy Retirement Dr. Jones...watch out for the doors.