For over a century the colony was the feudal property of the Lords Baltimore. It turned out to be a fee of troubles.
So Abraham Lincoln summed up his boyhood in Indiana. Posterity has made of it a romantic legend, spent in a dark, smoky, crowded, deep in the wilderness
It was 1924 and the Klan was riding high. The author’s father, a congressman, wouldn’t join, and this Is how It felt to be an outcast in one’s own home town that summer.
Of New Harmony, Indiana, its celibates and reformers, and of certain new wrinkles in the pursuit of happiness