Gunn Park

Every city has a city park -- even large metropolis like New York City (think Central Park). In small towns, however, the park is an extremely important part of life.

Our Park, in our town on the prairie is Gunn Park. Named for Mr. Gunn who donated the park to the city.
This year, it is celebrating it's 100th Anniversary.

Interestingly, Mr. Gunn's son, Rice, lived in our house in 1929 and 1930 -- he didn't own it but he and his wife and son lived here. That, I think, gives us a better connection to our City Park and in the garden at Linderhof is one of the old fountains from the park. Remember those -- the ones that in the summer had lukewarm water? They were in every park, I think.
We have two lakes at the park -- this one is great for fishing . . .

This is Fern Lake which was here for recreation long before there was a Gunn Park.

And like so many little towns across America, during the Depression, the WPA improved the park . . .
With shelter houses -- with two great fireplaces --

And this double decker shelter house on Fern Lake.

And one of the reasons to go to the Park is the ducks.

And we never go to the Park without a loaf of white bread . . . for the feeding of ducks at the park is a ritual that we established when Daugher Sarah was small.

The most interesting thing about Gunn Park (other than the den where the bear was kept -- for in it's early life it was a zoo) is the wee house that a long ago caretaker built for his daughter.

When we do our Flamingo Frenzy every summer, we have wee ones that go into the yard!

It's Wednesday which means that it's Outdoor Wednesday and on this late Spring day, I can't think of a better place to be than in our City Park, Gunn Park. Please join Susan at A Southern Daydreamer and see what other outdoor adventures there are this Wednesday.