From a patch of land in southern Indiana has come the stone for many of the country's most famous buildings, including the Washington Cathedral, the Pentagon, the Empire State Building, and Chicago's Tribune Tower. If you live anywhere within the lower forty-eight states you probably live within walking distance of library, bank, monument, church, house or skyscraper built with Indiana limestone. In Limestone Country is the story of the stone, from its geologic origins through its mining history to the present. Sanders records the folklore, the craft, the distinct culture that has grown up around Indiana limestone. Above all we hear the voices of those who have worked all their lives in the quarries and "I oughn't be telling you all this" says a former cutter, "but its only the truth."
Scott Russell Sanders is the award-winning author of A Private History of Awe, Hunting for Hope, A Conservationist Manifesto, Dancing in Dreamtime, and two dozen other books of fiction, personal narrative, and essays. His father came from a family of cotton farmers in Mississippi, his mother from an immigrant doctor’s family in Chicago. He spent his early childhood in Tennessee and his school years in Ohio, Rhode Island, and Cambridge, England.
In his writing he is concerned with our place in nature, the practice of community, and the search for a spiritual path. He and his wife, Ruth, a biochemist, have reared two children in their hometown of Bloomington, in the hardwood hill country of southern Indiana. You can visit Scott at www.scottrussellsanders.com.
In August 2020, Counterpoint Press will publish his new collection of essays, The Way of Imagination, a reflection on healing and renewal in a time of climate disruption. He is currently at work on a collection of short stories inspired by photographs.
Wow! I really enjoyed this book. Should be required reading for anyone that studies Indiana History/Geology. The end was beautiful. Very amusing stories. Learned a lot.
Favorite quote-the author has been given a piece of limestone with fossils..
“ “I lay my present on the hood and bent down to study it. Spirals, curlicues, ringlets: it was a fruitcake of fossils. It was all the shapes of a galaxy shrunken to fit my hand. Comets, Meteors. As many creatures had gone to make up this handful of stone as there are stars in the Milky Way”