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In telling you these things I am getting myself into a difficult corner and a little digression would seem most important here...

What comes to my mind is a dim recollection of what was part of my pre-Mew [[New]] Mexico days in Indiana.

In these recollections we are not going to lose sight of Olive for as a [[strikethrough]] born [[/strikethrough]] Hoosier, she belongs there.

Someone has said that literature and Art flourish whenever people give themselves time to think. To me Indiana was one of those places and Olive Rush is certainly an example of this. [[strikethrough]] th [[/strikethrough]]

While writers as Theodore Dreiser and the poet,James Whitcomb Riley, were perhaps the high point at that time, there was a tremendous amount of homely expression such as was exemplified in Abe Martin sayings.

Of particular interest to me and the joy of my life, were stories and poems written by James B. Elmore, "the bard of the Alamo", For him Fame should provide a very special niche, with all that, intellectual pretense was quite unknown and every courthouse lawn bench seemed to have room for at least one poet already inspired [[strikethrough]] from [[/strikethrough]] by a rhyming dictionary before leaving his home.

Present day Hoosiers may wonder at this, but to me that was all a part of Indiana. 

As an intruder with a dull and drab Chicago background, I liked that place. I was not just a summer visitor, I lived there for a number of years,hovering on the edges of literary meetings and poetry binges which make for interesting activities to ponder over.now. 

As Olive lived [[strikethrough]] north in [[/strikethrough]] in Northern Indiana, perhaps she never saw this side of her home state,and again it may ring a bell,I hope it does. 

Hoosier talent when it was not taking a pen in hand began to be brush minded. Art was in the making! T.C. Steele, Forsyth and