December  30, 1861 The 40th Regiment Indiana Infantry musters in at Lafayette and Indianapolis.  Serving until the end of the Civil War, the regiment engages in 16 significant battles, including Shiloh, Chickamauga, Missionary Ridge, Resaca, and the Siege of Atlanta.

January 1, 1827 Presbyterian minister John Finley Crowe establishes Hanover College, the oldest private college in the state.

January 3, 1825 Scottish factory owner Robert Owen buys 30,000 acres in Southwest Indiana which becomes New Harmony.

January 4, 1986 Poet Arthur Franklin Mapes dies in Kendallville.  Among his works is “Indiana,” adopted as Indiana’s State poem in 1963.

Our Where in Indiana? from last week was taken of a limestone quarry in Bedford.

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Indiana Quick Quiz

1. How many covered bridges are in Parke County?

2. Which Indiana city is known as the “RV Capital of the World”?

3.What is the largest children’s museum in the world?

4. Which famous doll was created by Indiana native Johnny Gruelle?

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Answers

1. 31

2. Elkhart

3. The Children’s Museum of Indianapolis

4. Raggedy Ann

I do Sierra Mist commercials not because they pay me a lot of money or because it only takes a couple of days. I do it because I have a respect for all sodas and I like to communicate that. Some people say soda, some people say pop, where I’m from in Indiana they called it breakfast.

-Jim Gaffigan

Indiana

Indiana State Poem

Written by Arthur Franklin Mapes

Adopted in 1957

God crowned her hills with beauty, Gave her lakes and winding streams, Then He edged them all with woodlands As the setting for our dreams. Lovely are her moonlit rivers, Shadowed by the sycamores, Where the fragrant winds of Summer Play along the willowed shores. I must roam those wooded hillsides, I must heed the native call, For a pagan voice within me Seems to answer to it all. I must walk where squirrels scamper Down a rustic old rail fence, Where a choir of birds is singing In the woodland . . . green and dense. I must learn more of my homeland For it’s paradise to me, There’s no haven quite as peaceful, There’s no place I’d rather be. Indiana . . . is a garden Where the seeds of peace have grown, Where each tree, and vine, and flower Has a beauty . . . all its own. Lovely are the fields and meadows, That reach out to hills that rise Where the dreamy Wabash River Wanders on . . . through paradise.