People seem to only know about Iowa because of the Caucuses.
Iowa! Nationally politically (bafflingly?) relevant since 1972!
But, I just learned about an even older and more prestigious accolade thanks to T.R. Schellenberg’s 1956 book: Modern Archives: Principles and Techniques (page 180):
“This paper, which was to be made a chapter of a primer for archivists that was planned at the 1912 conference, accepted the principle of respect des fonds as the basic principle of archival classification to be followed in the United States and illustrated its application to the archives of Iowa.”
You guys, the National Archives weren’t established until 1934. It was Iowa’s pioneering ways that helped establish a very important element of archival organization in the national system. (Forget the fact that the U.S. actually has weird ideas about archives compared to the rest of the world.)
Iowa! Helping America save old shit since 1912!
After a hefty day of Netflixin’ on Saturday, my watch history was looking like a sci-fi nerd’s dream (episodes of Stargate Atlantis and Firefly, plus the movies Serenity and Star Trek). So, on Sunday I decided to shake things up with a little Iowa-based American Pickers. In two episodes, my heart was aching for Iowa and the good old days on my family’s farms. I can remember chopping wood, catching bugs next to the corn crib, picking vegetables behind the barn, and–my favorite–trying to break foot-long chunks of ice off the buildings that had snow drifts large enough to climb to the roof. I remember being terrified of a rabid raccoon in a beat-down barn, stepping through bat poop in the attic of the “Mc Mansion” and climbing through hay and mounds of feed corn. These days it doesn’t quite trip my trigger, but the bug-dirt-outdoor-loving little Kristina couldn’t get enough.
Except when it came time to unload the wood when we got home. I hated that–no other 10-year-old in my school was subjected to that cruel labor.
Results are in. And the thing is, Iowa, you really let me down. I’ve been proud of you. I’ve been proud of us. I’ve been proud of what we’ve become, what we’ve accomplished and what we’ve shown to the rest of the nation.
But now, I don’t know what to expect. I’m scared, Iowa. I’m really scared. I’m worried you’re going to throw away all that progress that we’ve worked hard for. Please, think about it before you give the rest of the world the go-ahead to forget all about us.
The church is covered in statues, intricate paintings and gold leaf. Half the town shows up for support. When the church service is over, one of the members stands in a corner, pulling a rope and ringing an ominous but pleasantly archaic knell as the funeral-goers jaywalk across the street to the burial. A farm man stands in the street directing traffic with a crossing guard stop sign. A tractor stops at the north end, and two trucks at the south. Almost every person swings by a gravestone to pay condolences to a family member, before heading to the Church Guild-sponsored lunch in the high school gym. Ham sandwiches, fruit punch, and 30 different homemade salads in serving dishes labeled on the underside with ball-point pen signatures on strips of masking tape.
There’s nothing quite like a funeral in small town Iowa.
I’ve been a Texan for a month now (although my license plate and driver’s license say otherwise. Suck it, system!). A month ago last night I slept on the floor of my living room. Since then, not a whole lot has happened. I’ve been in school for two weeks and I spend 80% of my time watching Netflix while doing homework. It’s not bad, but there are some things I am definitely missing from the homeland.
Family & Friends
Top of the list, no question. Sometimes it’s a bit lonely. But even worse, it’s hard to not be around when you want to be there for someone.
Food: Fong’s, China Place, & Planet Sub
Just, yeah. I missed it if I didn’t have it often enough in Des Moines. So how can I not miss it here?
Panera, Caribou & Grounds
I could use some of my old stomping grounds for quality study space. Coffee, food, and a comfy atmosphere.
Tis’ [almost] the season. And oh do I wish I had some Buccs or Muskies to get rowdy with.
Things that only happen in the fall
Sorority recruitment, Heelan debate, Hawkeye football, and Fall Kill.
I remember the floods of ’93. Barely, but I do. Then there were the floods of 2008 which are vividly implanted in my memory because I worked for the Iowa Health Care Association at the time, and we had statewide facilities and their employees to consider.
But now, a week after I moved from the homeland, floods are whipping through the state once again. It’s crazy. And coming from a family of once-upon-a-time (and still a wee bit active) farmers, it’s scary, too.
If you’ve ever been to Ames or visited ISU you’ll be shocked by what you see here–especially videos 12-19, which show the ever recognizable Hilton Colosseum and Jack Trice Stadium. I’ve embedded a couple iconic shots below.