...where Amelia Earhart was born.
I was able to spend several hours there today, looking around in rooms where Amelia once ate and slept and played.
Best of all, I had a wonderful conversation with Louise Foudray, who's not only the official caretaker of the museum, but a fountain of information. I just hope I'll be able to decipher all the notes I scribbled down, and that this day's visit will help inspire more writing about Amelia, as I want to expand the little group of poems that make up my chapbook, A: The Amelia Poems.
The next post is a little bit of a different kind of (even more personal) history.