Hollyhocks used to grow at the old family farm in Southern Illinois. When mom was a little girl, a hollyhock blossom was a little doll with a beautiful dress.
And I'm sure these little girls, once released from the rigors of standing still for a large family photo, also played with the hollyhocks at the farm, years before mom was born. I like having a connection to my family roots popping up all around me.
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I learned that the name of the street in front of our campus translates to 'New Flower Road' - very apt. At the end of this short video, there's some footage of yellow daisies (or marguerite, I want to call them, but spellcheck doesn't like that). going on for yards and yards, and that's just a portion of the video we shot around the campus.
We did this video to give anyone thinking of coming here -- but asking the question, "uh..... Zibo?" -- some idea of what it's like to live here. Hope you enjoy it, and check out the great music.