What happens to a depot?
Someone brought me, from the library, a book on depots across the country. Since we have just renovated ours, it seemed an interesting subject at this time. Of course, many have been destroyed. That makes me think of the one at Herington. It was different and unique but the citizens couldn't save it.
Some goods ones have survived. I was in the Union Station in Kansas City after they made it into a Harvey House. I thought it was great. On a bus tour we stopped in Chattanooga, Tenn., for lunch and ate in the beautiful depot made into a restaurant. They also had turned the sleeping cars into rental bedrooms.
Do you recall the old Rock Island depot? It was just a wooden shack with a potbellied stove in the center. Sure not a place where you would want to sit and wait for a train.
Our depot is so beautiful now. I think it will not only be a wonderful library, but also a tourist attraction. How about a newspaper write-up in the Eagle or Kansas City Star.
On Ophra's program she had asked some people to give up the most important thing in their lives. One man gave up his wife and took on the household chores and two small children for a few days. He was sure happy to have her back and planned to be more helpful with her work. One guy was addicted to his computer — even ate his meals at it and paid little attention to his wife and children. He planned to balance things out a little better. One gal gave up her telephone. It was glued to her ear day and night as she chatted with her girl friends every day.
Let's see, what would I have to give up? Reading maybe. That would be hard. What about you?
— NORMA HANNAFORD
