Undeniably Indiana: Hoosiers Tell the Story of Their Wacky and Wonderful State
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In this first crowdsourced book about Indiana, ordinary Hoosiers from all corners of the state share the eclectic, wonderful, and sometimes wacky stories that are undeniably Indiana. These true tales highlight the variety of Hoosier life—fond recollections of hometowns, legendary anecdotes of the past, Indiana's unpredictable weather, favorite foods (there's more than corn!), and chance encounters with unforgettable and infamous people. And, of course, there's always basketball. Written for anyone who has ever called this great state home, Undeniably Indiana provides the answer to the widespread question, "What is a Hoosier?"
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9780253022349 |
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| Publisher: | Indiana University Press |
| Publication date: | 12/22/2021 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 293 |
| File size: | 4 MB |
| Age Range: | 18 Years |
About the Author
Nelson Price is a journalist, historian, and host of the weekly radio show Hoosier History Live. He is author of Indiana Legends: Famous Hoosiers from Johnny Appleseed to David Letterman; The Quiet Hero: A Life of Ryan White; Indianapolis Then and Now; Legendary Hoosiers; and Indianapolis Leading the Way. Price has won more than 45 national, state, local, and civic awards for his journalism.
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Undeniably Indiana
Hoosiers Tell the Story of Their Wacky and Wonderful State
By Indiana University Press
Indiana University Press
Copyright © 2016 Indiana University PressAll rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-0-253-02234-9
CHAPTER 1
Who We Are
A Hoosier Abroad
"Where are you from?"
"From the states, Indiana."
"What's in Indiana?"
Here I am, in the middle of Athens being driven back to my apartment by a Greek man who isn't too familiar with the United States. He's asking me what my home is like, and this may be the only person from Indiana he ever interacts with, so I have to make sure I answer well.
But what is in Indiana? How do I sum up my home state, a place where I grew up? I could tell him about learning to ride my two-wheeled Barbie bike in a local business's parking lot. How furious I had been when I turned around and realized that my dad wasn't holding on to the back of the seat. I could tell him about playing flashlight tag in my backyard and having bonfires with my friends on hot summer nights. Or maybe I could tell him about how much fun I had in high school with my friends — getting to school early to goof around and film short stories for our own entertainment.
Then there's my amazing college experience at Indiana University. From the Little 500 bike race to the huge fundraiser IU Dance Marathon (which raises over $1 million!), I could paint a picture of how exciting the state can be. But it's not all fun and games — there's the great scenery of Indiana as well, which IU showcases perfectly. The amazing trees and scenic rivers that dot our landscape show the true beauty of the state. And let's not forget our furry little friends — Indiana can boast some amazing wildlife, from wild deer to chipmunks.
But maybe I shouldn't think of my own experience — maybe I should talk about what Indiana has to offer tourists. There's the Indy 500, which is pretty popular and might be known more for the drinking rather than the actual racing. There's basketball — a sport so ingrained in our history that Larry Bird is a known name in most households.
Or maybe I could speak to pop culture references. Indiana is the home of Leslie Knope (Go Hoosiers!), a vivacious woman in public government who is hardworking and fun to be around. Then there's The Fault in Our Stars, which boasts local hot spots such as Holliday Park where you can see replicas of ancient ruins.
I could tell him all of this, but even without knowing my way around Athens, I can recognize that we are getting close to the apartment. Even so, there is no way to really explain how amazing and unique Indiana is, despite the fact that most think the state dull and ordinary. This is the place where I grew up, the place I miss as I'm halfway across the world. So what do I say to make this man understand everything Indiana has to offer and what it means to me?
"Cornfields," I answer.
Stephanie Simpson
What Does It Wean to Be a Hoosier?
When I lived in St. Louis, I was aghast to discover that the word "Hoosier" is used synonymously with the label of "redneck." I could only gape in open-mouthed horror when native St. Louisans informed me that my beloved title was tantamount to a stereotype I had prejudicially associated with the South. This information was especially paralyzing because I had and have always referred to myself as a "double" Hoosier: that is, I'm Indiana born and bred, and I attended Indiana University Bloomington for both my undergraduate and graduate education.
But if being a double Hoosier makes me a double "redneck" in the eyes of a state whose name could be a synonym for misery, then a double Hoosier I shall be and will remain, because of the pride that comes with the label, in the Indiana sense of the word.
Based on this misinterpretation I uncovered (in our very own Midwest, no less!), I set out to discover exactly what the word "Hoosier" means to its rightful possessors: the people who identify with and live in Indiana.
On Facebook, I asked my Hoosier friends to describe what being a Hoosier really meant to them. I received a wide variety of distinct, yet seemingly linked, answers:
• Hoosiers are very family-oriented and linked to their communities.
• Hoosiers are very traditional, but with a hint of adaptability. Although Hoosiers remain immersed in the familiar, they can also adapt readily and extremely effectively to different situations. Take Indiana weather, for example! Hoosiers also have the greatest pride, whether it's in our sports teams, attractions, or local celebrities and personalities. Quirky is the norm for Hoosiers, and we wouldn't have it any other way!
• Being a Hoosier means being the best a person can be! Hoosiers have a way of challenging each other to the greatest possible extent, but also providing support to help each other surmount any kind of challenge.
• Hoosiers are very engaged in any type of college rivalry: teams to support include Indiana University, Purdue, and Notre Dame. (Oh, and Hoosiers intuitively have an intense dislike for University of Kentucky!)
• Historically, Hoosiers were frontiers people who crossed the Cumberland Gap with Daniel Boone and ended up in a place populated by Native Americans, or the Northwest Territory. The governor of this locale was William Henry Harrison (who was president for only thirty-two days before he died of pneumonia).
• Although Indiana is technically "flyover" country, we still possess some of the prettiest landscape in the continental United States. (There's a reason Brown County is called "God's Country.") We're also down home and uptown, all at the same time!
• Hoosiers create the breadbasket that feeds the world.
• Hoosier hospitality is generosity at its best!
• Although Hoosiers are always depicted as kind of quirky on television and in the media (Woody on Cheers or the characters from Parks and Recreation), we're so much more than just corn and basketball!
• No matter where you live, once a Hoosier, always a Hoosier!
After reading these varied yet apropos answers, I couldn't help thinking that Indiana itself is like our weather: what we have to offer, and the characteristics that define us all commonly as Hoosiers, is actually as varied as our weather, which can go from 75 degrees and sunny to 15 degrees and snowing in a short span of fifteen hours!
After all, Hoosiers do have to be incredibly adaptable, not only to get used to such extreme weather changes, but also to actually enjoy them. In a sense, you never know what's going to happen next in Indiana. Perhaps that's why we Hoosiers are frequently depicted as being so quirky and unusual in media representations.
Although we remain grounded by and in our strong traditions, it is the very stability that such traditions provide that allows us to perpetuate the strong sense of community and pride that defines Indiana, and simultaneously, what it means to be a Hoosier.
By using these traditions as our core foundation, we can be open to new and unusual things. This is one core characteristic that truly defines our famous "Hoosier Hospitality." It also allows us to simultaneously challenge and support each other. It lets us maintain and sustain our strong loyalty to and pride in all things Indiana: our communities, our sports teams, our landmarks, and our attractions.
Grace Waitman-Reed
Indiana Is ...
Billy Joel has his New York state of mind. The dudes from Led Zeppelin are going to California with an aching in their hearts. They can keep all of it — the Daily News, the footsteps of dawn, the ache. I'd take Indiana over the Big Apple and the Golden State any day.
This declaration would probably come as a shock to my friends from the coasts who think of Indiana, rather predictably, as flyover country. They can never remember where it falls geographically in relation to what they call "the 'I' states."
"So, you're from Illinois," they'll say, venturing casually into unfamiliar territory, their voices at once hesitant and unconcerned.
"Indiana."
"That's what I meant. Indiana. Which is next to Iowa."
"Not exactly."
To them, Indiana is a sock-shaped stereotype. It's corn, basketball, and casseroles. It's lakes in the north, hills in the south, and farm country in the middle. It's people in poorly fitting sweatpants, well-intentioned but closed-minded, sweet as box cake but white bread as Wonder. Right?
I don't live in Indiana anymore. I live in Washington State, and before that I called Oregon home, and before that, Iowa, but I dream about Indiana. Almost exclusively, and I have for years. The dreams are bright, vivid, practically Technicolor. In my dreams I'm ten again, playing Wildcat Baseball at the diamond across the street. I'm three, running in and out of the north Fort Wayne house where I grew up. Sometimes I'm seventeen, falling in and out of love with the same boys I did before I knew any better. More often than not, I'm ageless, huddling under the stairs with my family, waiting out a tornado.
I miss thunderstorms in my new life in the Pacific Northwest, but my dreams give them back to me, night after night after night. The green skies, the lightning flashes like synapses firing, the crack and the boom. The dreams often end the same way — with a thick black funnel cloud, train sounds, and a near miss, followed by a dazed walk up the stairs and outside to assess the damage.
It's homesickness, I suspect. A kind of stormy pining.
So I guess it's true when I say I don't live in Indiana anymore. Not physically. But my brain does. My heart does, too, and my pen. When I write about Indiana what appears on the page depends on my mood, the dream I had the night before, the last story my mom told me about what my hometown was like when she was a girl. I don't get in an Indiana state of mind. Indiana is my state of mind.
To me, Indiana is
My dad in the driveway whistling me home for dinner.
My mom standing at the stove, smoking and telling me to set the table.
My brother throwing a Frisbee into our neighbor's garden.
Our neighbor handing the Frisbee back and inviting us to help ourselves to the fattest grapes on his vines.
Our other neighbor carrying her pet raccoon around on her back while she dusts.
My Grandma Zurbrugg running out of vegetable oil for a cake and using beer instead.
My Aunt Cindy squinting up at the green sky over an above-ground pool, saying, "Don't worry, Deb.
It'll blow over."
Picnics, birthday parties, entire weekends ruined by storms that didn't blow over.
My Uncle Rick teaching me how to sail.
The smell of summer, which is the smell of lake water and flooded boat engines.
The smell of winter, which is wet wool hats drying off on heating grates.
Piles of leaves to jump in and burn.
Piles of sticks to pick up so Dad can mow.
Tiger lilies by the roadside, drooping over gravel, petals falling into potholes.
Peonies in the backyard covered in fat black ants.
Strip malls. Miles and miles of strip malls. My mom telling me, "No, you can't buy that."
Chain restaurants. Fast food. My dad telling me, "No, you can't eat that."
But also Lexy's pizza, Hall's Big Buster platters, Hilger's strawberries.
All-night skates at Roller Dome North.
Early morning fishing trips at Clear Lake.
Whole days spent lying under the Norway maple doing nothing.
Our elm tree before it died. Our ash tree before it died, too.
Mosquitoes buzzing my ears when I'm trying to sleep.
Mosquitoes eating my ankles when I'm trying to star gaze.
Mosquitoes. Mosquitoes. More mosquitoes.
The Auburn fair — doughnuts, darts, hard-won stuffed animals whose ears fall off in the car on the way home.
The Custer boys hitting a deer on our way home from the Auburn fair.
The Custer boys dragging the deer back to their house to make venison.
The Custer boys killing my pet turtle with a BB gun the very next day.
The taste of the Custer boys' venison on a cracker with cheddar cheese.
Hiking up the belly of a bear.
Looking out over a field of green corn, knee high.
Visiting the graves of my great-aunts and -uncles, my grandparents, my father, an older brother I never met.
Home.
Deborah Kennedy
Da Region
Only in Indiana do you not belong in Indiana. At least that's how it felt sometimes, growing up in Da Region.
Northwest Indiana is a true oddity. Comprised of just five counties (Lake, Porter, LaPorte, Newton, and Jasper), it's a blip on a map of ninety-two Indiana counties. And we don't do things like the rest of the state. For one, we follow Central Time — a shift that proves each spring we are not like the folks around us.
But things really get strange when you consider Lake and Porter counties, two pieces of Northwest Indiana nestled right up to Chicago. That positioning has earned the area a Bears- worthy nickname: "Da Region." (Too bad few people from Da Region actually call it that.)
That's where I grew up, in a town of 3,000 people called Hebron. We followed Chicago time; listened to Chicago radio; watched Chicago news; learned all the Chicago commercials ("588-2300 EMPIIIIIIIIRE"); played in Lake Michigan, where we could get a glimpse of the Chicago skyline on a clear day; and hopped on the South Shore train that took us into the city.
At the same time, we were in farm territory. My dad worked the fields in the summers when he wasn't teaching history. My babysitter owned a farm where I learned to shear sheep and pull up carrots. My mother, a music teacher, played the organ at the local Methodist church. And my older sister and I visited many a pioneer reenactment village with our parents.
It was a great way to grow up, with access to silos and skyscrapers, tractors and taxis, potluck dinners and professional sports teams. It's probably the reason I still can't decide whether I'm city or country at heart. And the rest of Indiana and Illinois ... they're not sure what to make of the paradox either. Having lived on both sides of the fence — and on the fence — I can attest to that.
During my time at Indiana University, people from outside our area would constantly point out the way I said things. "Pop" instead of "soda." Or my nasal tone on all vowels ("Hi, my name is Jeeeeeeyackie").
After college, I moved to central Illinois. People knew only a few things about Indiana — how to get to Turkey Run State Park and Indianapolis, and that somewhere in Indiana was a town called Fort Wayne, so surely I grew up near there, right?
And then I moved to Chicago. My Chicago friends thought Turkey Run was a Thanksgiving 5K and laughed at the idea of Northwest Indiana being a collection of Chicago suburbs (even though I repeat often that we grew up closer to the city than kids who grew up in Naperville).
So there you have it. An oddity. A unique culture. An area all its own, that only those who reside there truly understand and claim. But there's so much to love and to know about Northwest Indiana and the Region in particular. Here are a few:
• You've never seen a county fair better than the Porter County Fair in Valparaiso. The fair brings in top musical acts from the Beach Boys to Luke Bryan, and its vast layout allows fairgoers to experience everything from deep-fried Oreos and magic shows to petting zoos and amusement rides.
• In the '90s, we called Gary the Murder Capital of the United States, which technically it was for a few years when its murders per capita outranked Washington, D.C. The city continues to work on shedding that image, with a fun and cozy minor league ballpark and a respected airport. But what people really love to talk about when it comes to Gary is the fact that Michael Jackson grew up there — and not just Michael but also Tito and Janet and the whole family.
• MJ isn't the only celebrated Hoosier in the Region. Though he was born in Clay County, Valparaiso holds a Popcorn Fest (complete with running events and the nation's second-oldest Popcorn Parade) in honor of Orville Redenbacher each summer.
• In the era of Al Capone, gangsters were said to have dumped the bodies of their victims in the Region, and Capone himself is believed to have had a hideout there. In 1934, notorious bank robber John Dillinger escaped from the Lake County Jail in Crown Point. When Johnny Depp starred as Dillinger in Public Enemies in 2009, fans were thrilled to see the actor up close during filming in Crown Point.
• The Indiana Dunes offer visitors untouched beauty and serenity. Easily accessible from towns such as Chesterton and Michigan City, the protected Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore is 25 miles long. The dunes themselves, formed through glacial movements, are massive hills of sand that sweep down into Lake Michigan. It's the perfect spot for a weekend of sunbathing, hiking, camping, and bird-watching.
• Speaking of the paradox, the steel mills are visible from the dunes. Region steel mills provided materials for both world wars and sold not just locally to Chicago but globally. Beginning in the 1980s, the steel mills went through mass layoffs, with more than one mill closing completely, an upheaval that residents are still dealing with today.
• Things are a little more lighthearted at Region high schools. I spent nearly every Friday night of my childhood at a Porter County Conference basketball game or boys' volleyball match (because we were too small a school to have football). Sometimes the whole town would turn out to watch a bunch of high school kids in a dimly lit gym compete for an oaken bucket. In nearby towns like Lowell or Merrillville or Schererville, Friday nights were and still are all about football. We could give Texas a run for their money.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Preface
Introduction by Nelson Price
1. Who We Are
2. Just Plain Peculiar
3. The Gooood Life
4. Those Magical Younger Years
5. Eatin' Out
6. First and Only, Biggest and Best
7. Hoops
8. Town and City Delights and Reflections
9. Just Wait till It Changes
10. The World Enriching Our Home
11. The Infamous
12. The Extraordinary Ordinary
What People are Saying About This
"Here are the voices of Hoosiers, in all their whimsy, seriousness, and variety. Memories of tearing down a barn, a whiffle ball championship, a WPA outhouse mix with dozens of others to reflect a sense of place. Newcomers as well as eighth-generation Hoosiers will smile, nod, and contemplate the oft-asked question, 'What's a Hoosier?'"
Here are the voices of Hoosiers, in all their whimsy, seriousness, and variety. Memories of tearing down a barn, a whiffle ball championship, a WPA outhouse mix with dozens of others to reflect a sense of place. Newcomers as well as eighth-generation Hoosiers will smile, nod, and contemplate the oft-asked question, 'What's a Hoosier?'
Here are the voices of Hoosiers, in all their whimsy, seriousness, and variety. Memories of tearing down a barn, a whiffle ball championship, a WPA outhouse mix with dozens of others to reflect a sense of place. Newcomers as well as eighth-generation Hoosiers will smile, nod, and contemplate the oft-asked question, 'What's a Hoosier?'
Through many voices telling their very personal stories, we feel the spirit of our common Hoosier experience. It is a warm and affirming read. I feel as if I have had a tour again of our beloved state. Bravo!