ECLECTIC Blend of stories & essays
Welcome to Forgottonia
Forgottonia is a place where you can endlessly wander the lonely roads, and never once miss the fast lane. The name Forgottonia captures an image of a region off the beaten path which is very true of Western Illinois. A multi-faceted land enriching lives through many ages.
This is a blog of sorts; the reader will find my thoughts, travels, and dreams.
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Trek On opens Themes. Click button below to navigate. I categorize my writings, musings, or annoying anecdotes with these distinctions.
NOW opens my most current essay or amusing anecdote. On this blog you can anonymously click away avoiding any tinge of guilt when turning away from an excellent tale told by a rambling old man.
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I am a farm boy from Smithshire Illinois, the heart of Forgottonia. When telling people where I am from I have often been asked, ‘Are there hobbits?’ The people of my boyhood community were indeed much like hobbits, but normal feet.
I loved listening to people’s stories as I grew up, and I still do. I farmed and have likely racked, stacked, and fed more square bales than anyone reading this.
I bought a Fat Mac in 1985 and have had a Mac ever since. I developed a farm record system for Mac and Windows with Excel macros and Visual Basic. I left farming to do more tech things. I am still tied to the land and the spirits it holds.
I now search for history and stories by piling my camping stuff into my Crossfire and heading to historic sites of the Indigenous Peoples, Civil War Battlefields, and other National Parks. I usually seek out places with few people. Places where history is still existent in the swirling mists. I am a tapestry of the stories people have shared with me, possibly a slightly dusty, worn and faded tapestry.
Forgottonia -- Shire Tales 