Welcome to Under the Maples. The old adage, “you can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl,” applies to me. I live in a concrete jungle today, but I grew up “under the maples.” While I enjoy many of the more cosmopolitan aspects of city living, I’m still most at home where there are more trees and grass than concrete and steel. In these pages I’ll be talking about anything that strikes my fancy, but expect to find an emphasis on history and genealogy.
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30 November 2011
What is it about a college town?
It's still evident, maybe not as much so now that it's turned cold, but when I first started working in Evanston there was definitley something in the air--a vibe, an energy, a feeling--that announced "You are in a college town!" Was it fall? That's when I tend to get sentimental for my college days--hanging out on the diag or those sunny, cool, crisp Saturday afternoons at the Big House.Whatever it is. There is definitely something different in the air in communities where colleges play a significant role.
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