Tomorrow is the end of an era in St Charles. They are finally tearing down Noah's Ark. That place was magical, even from the outside when I was a kid.
Now it is a falling down ghost ship. It all makes me quite sad. Every other day around here they are tearing down beautiful old single family homes to build hundreds of condos on that one piece of land. Every last piece of green empty space is being swallowed up to build mini malls that sit empty for years on end. (After all, how many dry cleaners can one smallish town need?) I once did the find a store thing at walmart.com and discovered that we have TWENTY Wal-Marts within 30 miles of our house*. That says a lot.
And today Jack and I went paid our last respects to the old boat, which will be replaced by an aquatic center. If you look closely in that first picture you can see the absolute atrocity of a hotel that is replacing our riverfront. It won't be very long before this is no longer the place that I grew up in. (Well, in all honesty it is barely a shell of that place right now. This was farm country when I was a kid. I can still remember when we got a post office.)
I remember on my first visit to England that I was amazed at how much history you could walk down the street and touch. And while they have a longer history as a country than we as Americans do, they also seem to have a healthier respect for preservation. At least more than we do west of St. Louis. Sure that ark was only 40 + years old, but everything was only 40+ years old at one time, right?
I can't help but wonder what Jack's world will look like in 40 years. How far will he have to drive to see a cow? (We already have to drive at least 30 minutes.) Will he know how tall the corn is by the 4th of July? Will any of his childhood landmarks still be around?
Interesting food for thought.
You can read a more fact filled blog post on the Ark here. And I will upload more photos to Flickr. Dana might need to say goodbye to it too.
*I think there are 16 Targets in that same radius.