This blog began simply because it made more sense to place bits of data I acquired about the area on the web rather than in a shoebox (which is what I had been doing before I discovered blogging). There are days, weeks and months when I have nothing to say and nothing changes. And there are also times when I add three or four disparate ideas pertaining to Traders Point in a week. But rarely does anyone contact me. And that’s ok because this is more a safety deposit box than a lemonade stand. But I am beginning to notice there are people out there and I want to share some of the contacts I have made that would not have otherwise occurred.
1. A great, great, great, great granddaughter in Iowa researching her family’s genealogy was able to locate the final resting place of an important patriarch who lived here in the 1700s, after reading an article I had written about the Cotton Cemetery (in the West 86th St. development). We plan to meet in the near future.
2. A man from Ohio I know solely by his email address asked me about a former resident of Traders Point who died in the 1920s and initiated my year-long study into the life and death of artist Cassily Adams, who painted Custer’s Last Fight.
3. A son seeking information on the Old Pleasant Hill Cemetery for his mother who owned a lot, found me through a google search that linked to a blog article about the cemetery. He was able to confirm a way to make arrangements for his mother’s service and to reach the cemetery, which is not in any phone book. I have since established a site for the cemetery http://www.ophc.info/ and have had others reach us there.
4. A writer curious about the area found the blog and wrote a feature article for Nuvo Magazine’s Neighborhood Guide 2008, naming Traders Point one of the 13 most distinctive neighborhoods in central Indiana.
It is hard to believe how far we have come since the Smith Corona that got me through college and the IBMselectric that greeted me in my first job. Thanks to the internet, to blogging and to search engines; Traders Point, and the stuff in it and of it, has become known to a few people seeking something with me at the other end.