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My Favorite Places: Hartshorne, OK, Michigan apple orchards, Savannah, GA

Hartshorne, OK is a tiny town in southeastern Oklahoma just southeast of McAlester - my hometown. Hartshorne has two traffic lights and a Sonic Drive-In, and that is about it. My family homesteaded at a place called Arch just outside of Hartshorne proper during the land runs. I lived in Hartshorne until I was almost 10 then we moved to Michigan. While we lived in Michigan I still spent every summer in Hartshorne with my grandparents so I never really felt at home anywhere else. Hartshorne has its problems, as most small towns do. But it is home to me and I love this image of the dam at Hartshorne Lake at night.


(Photo by Floyd Morgan Jr.)

Apple Orchards in Michigan are some of my favorite places I've ever been. Fall in Michigan is so much more colorful than the plains of Oklahoma. When we lived in Michigan my favorite thing to do was visit the apple orchards for fresh cider and apple donuts. It was a family tradition as long as we lived there. Someday I will make it back to visit the many fall festivals - usually centered around apples and pumpkins. This picture is of one of my favorite orchards to visit as a kid. Kapnick Orchards is in Britton, MI - I have an uncle who lives in Britton so this was a family favorite. 


(Apple Festival at Kapnick Orchards: Michigan Cuisine)

Savannah, GA is another one of my favorite places. It is soaked in history and southern charm. I have only been to the city once but something about the oak trees dripping with Spanish moss has stayed with me. One of my goals in life is to buy a historic house in Savannah and renovate it to its former glory. I fell in love with the city in my early teens and it has been in the back of my mind since then, one day I will call Savannah my home. 


(Spanish Moss in Savannah, GA)

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  1. That picture of the dam at night is fabulous, Erika! And of course the water doesn't stop flowing just because it's gotten dark outside. And apples are one of the great folkloric fruits of all times: people have done apple-based projects in this class, in fact, with apple stories from different parts of the world. As for Spanish moss, there's even a story about that in the UnTextbook, in the Tejas legends unit: How the North Wind Lost His Hair ... that will be a good legend to know if you get to fulfill your Savannah dream: you would have a story to tell about Spanish moss to anyone who asks! :-)

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