Many memories and good times growing up and living in Rolling Prairie. My Mother Father and Brothers are buried in the Cemetery. I moved to Florida 37 years ago but came back to visit every year. Always peaceful and was welcomed back. Miss the times there
Growing up on Fail Road, I attended Rolling Elementary and was in the 3rd grade when the fire happened. They temporarily partitioned the basketball court in the brick part that survived and I had a class there having to listen to the loud noise passing over the walls from footsteps in the wood floor, general noise and talking in the other classrooms since it was divided to make 3 classrooms. My older sister and brothers all attended the school behind for Middle and High School, but the school systems had consolidated just before I entered 8th grade, so I attended in New Carlisle, and then later New Prairie High School, where I graduated, and where my sister in law had worked in the kitchen. In High School, during my driver's education class, I was driving on Wiley Road into Rolling and passing under the railroad overpass I saw a large truck coming around the curve from E. Michigan St. (it was curved back then and non-stop coming out of Rolling, which you can still tell a bit still from Google Maps) and I noticed a car trailing close behind him. My instructors words about "driving defensively" managed to kick in, and I wondered if the car might attempt to go straight on towards Novitiate Road and not see me from following the truck so closely. Sure enough, as I was starting to round the corner and pass the truck, out popped the car to go straight, I honked and swerved to the right, we missed each other, and after the driving instructor got his breath, he turned and said, "you pass!". My Senior year, my mother, a piano teacher known in the area and good friend with the Rolling Elementary music teacher, rented the house just S. of 20 on Byron Rd. where I slept in the basement in a bedroom next to the room the owner used as a beauty salon that customers would come down to on Saturday mornings and wake me up to then sneak past and go upstairs to my mom and sister. The youngest of my 3 older brothers was in the car one night late as a Senior at Rolling when riding around with a friend, they were by the school and came up with the bright idea to "hit a home run" by driving the car around the baseball field, tearing it all up. The next day, the Principal had all the Seniors out, asked who did it, and when no one would tell, they all had to rake out the ball field. I also had a grandfather who owned property in Rolling around the time I was born before he sold it and moved out past the prison farm in La Porte. Anyone who ever heard the name Miller & Sons Nursery knew our family.
I grew up in the country on a farm in Rolling Prairie from about 8 years old till graduating. My mom and dad moved in January of my senior year. Barb and Bob Nickerson opened their home for me to stay until I graduated. Also that Methodist Church is where Jim and I got married in. Memories
should have seen the day I was showing off to 5 chic's at US 41 Drag Strip on my 1968 FLH doughglide Morocco Indiana, didn't end well for my bike an me.
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My family was early settlers in Rolling thank you for this documentary!
Many memories and good times growing up and living in Rolling Prairie. My Mother Father and Brothers are buried in the Cemetery. I moved to Florida 37 years ago but came back to visit every year. Always peaceful and was welcomed back. Miss the times there
I live across the county on the eat coast but there's something about this that is very peaceful and nice
Thank you for sharing a thoughtful story about a small Indiana town. I’m from the area and related to almost everything your guests talked about.
I’m not sure how I found myself on this video but it’s full of heartwarming stories, I’m from Ontario myself, near london
It has been a sweet experience to watch this video. Thanks so much for posting it and a big thank you to all who participated in making it.
Fascinating stuff I am from crown point
Growing up on Fail Road, I attended Rolling Elementary and was in the 3rd grade when the fire happened. They temporarily partitioned the basketball court in the brick part that survived and I had a class there having to listen to the loud noise passing over the walls from footsteps in the wood floor, general noise and talking in the other classrooms since it was divided to make 3 classrooms. My older sister and brothers all attended the school behind for Middle and High School, but the school systems had consolidated just before I entered 8th grade, so I attended in New Carlisle, and then later New Prairie High School, where I graduated, and where my sister in law had worked in the kitchen.
In High School, during my driver's education class, I was driving on Wiley Road into Rolling and passing under the railroad overpass I saw a large truck coming around the curve from E. Michigan St. (it was curved back then and non-stop coming out of Rolling, which you can still tell a bit still from Google Maps) and I noticed a car trailing close behind him. My instructors words about "driving defensively" managed to kick in, and I wondered if the car might attempt to go straight on towards Novitiate Road and not see me from following the truck so closely. Sure enough, as I was starting to round the corner and pass the truck, out popped the car to go straight, I honked and swerved to the right, we missed each other, and after the driving instructor got his breath, he turned and said, "you pass!".
My Senior year, my mother, a piano teacher known in the area and good friend with the Rolling Elementary music teacher, rented the house just S. of 20 on Byron Rd. where I slept in the basement in a bedroom next to the room the owner used as a beauty salon that customers would come down to on Saturday mornings and wake me up to then sneak past and go upstairs to my mom and sister.
The youngest of my 3 older brothers was in the car one night late as a Senior at Rolling when riding around with a friend, they were by the school and came up with the bright idea to "hit a home run" by driving the car around the baseball field, tearing it all up. The next day, the Principal had all the Seniors out, asked who did it, and when no one would tell, they all had to rake out the ball field.
I also had a grandfather who owned property in Rolling around the time I was born before he sold it and moved out past the prison farm in La Porte.
Anyone who ever heard the name Miller & Sons Nursery knew our family.
What a beautiful story and a beautiful place. Very enjoyable.❤️
I grew up in the country on a farm in Rolling Prairie from about 8 years old till graduating. My mom and dad moved in January of my senior year. Barb and Bob Nickerson opened their home for me to stay until I graduated. Also that Methodist Church is where Jim and I got married in. Memories
I was told another video would be out with more information and pictures...
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should have seen the day I was showing off to 5 chic's at US 41 Drag Strip on my 1968 FLH doughglide Morocco Indiana, didn't end well for my bike an me.
Anyone know the womans name around the 12 minute mark? I swear i know her from somewhere. The lady with short blonde hair
LeMans Military school was cool.
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