Lockerbie Square in Indianapolis in Marion County, Indiana — The American Midwest (Great Lakes)
James Whitcomb Riley Home
The Riley Memorial Association, which became Riley Children’s Foundation in 2003, worked with Indiana University and the Indiana Child Welfare Association to pass a 1921 bill to create a children’s hospital. In 1922, the Riley Association opened this home to the public. The James Whitcomb Riley Memorial Hospital for Children opened in 1924 and Camp Riley by 1955.
Erected 2018 by Indiana Historical Bureau and Riley Children’s Foundation. (Marker Number 49.2018.1.)
Topics. This historical marker is listed in these topic lists: Arts, Letters, Music • Charity & Public Work • Education • Government & Politics • Science & Medicine. A significant historical year for this entry is 2003.
Location. 39° 46.323′ N, 86° 8.866′ W. Marker is in Indianapolis, Indiana, in Marion County. It is in Lockerbie Square. Marker is on Lockerbie Street east of East Street, on the left when traveling east. It is in front of the James Whitcomb Riley Museum. Touch for map. Marker is at or near this postal address: 528 Lockerbie St, Indianapolis IN 46202, United States of America. Touch for directions.
Other nearby markers. At least 8 other markers are within walking distance of this marker. St. Vincent’s Infirmary (about 300 feet away, measured in a direct line); Little Sisters of the Poor (about 300 feet away); Lockerbie Square (about 500 feet away); The Alexandra (approx. 0.2 miles away); Athenaeum (approx. 0.2 miles away); Market Street Temple (approx. 0.3 miles away); Roberts Park United Methodist Church (approx. 0.3 miles away); “Ladies and Gentlemen, Elvis Has Left the Building” (approx. 0.3 miles away). Touch for a list and map of all markers in Indianapolis.
Also see . . .
1. . James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) was an American writer, poet, and best-selling author. During his lifetime he was known as the "Hoosier Poet" and "Children's Poet" for his dialect works and his children's poetry respectively. His poems tended to be humorous or sentimental, and of the approximately 1,000 poems that Riley wrote, the majority are in dialect. His famous works include "Little Orphant Annie" and "The Raggedy Man". (Submitted on December 31, 2018.)
2. Frost Is on the Punkin. 2 minute Moment of Indiana History essay by Yaël Ksander broadcast in 2007 by Indiana Public Radio. (Submitted on December 31, 2018.)
Additional commentary.
1. When the Frost is on the Punkin, by James Whitcomb Riley
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin’ turkey cock
And the clackin’ of the guineys, and the cluckin’ of the hens
And the rooster’s hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence
O, it’s then’s the times a feller is a-feelin’ at his best
With the risin’ sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock
They’s something kindo’ harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer’s over and the coolin’ fall is here
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees
And the mumble of the hummin’-birds and buzzin’ of the bees
But the air’s so appetizin’; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur’ that no painter has the colorin’ to mock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin’ of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries kindo’ lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin’ sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below the clover over-head!
O, it sets my hart a-clickin’ like the tickin’ of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin’ ’s over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!
I don’t know how to tell it but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin’ boardin’, and they’d call around on me
I’d want to ’commodate ’em all the whole-indurin’ flock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder’s in the shock!
— Submitted December 31, 2018.
Credits. This page was last revised on February 4, 2023. It was originally submitted on December 31, 2018, by J. J. Prats of Powell, Ohio. This page has been viewed 204 times since then and 10 times this year. Photos: 1, 2, 3, 4. submitted on December 31, 2018, by J. J. Prats of Powell, Ohio.