While reading a biography of Abraham Lincoln, I discovered the martyred president and our family have something in common:
Indiana mud.
The Life of Abraham Lincoln by Henry Ketcham
“There were few roads of any kind and certainly none that could be called good. For the mud of Indiana…is very deep and very tenacious.”
Not sure if that’s something to brag about, but I think I know how Honest Abe felt about spring in Indiana.
