The Reason For Our Maze!

One hot fall September in 1956 my brother Art, at the age of only 2, left on an adventure. He started out by leaving the safety of the front yard to join dad only 300 feet away. He did this by way of the cornfield. It did not take long before he really did not know which way to go. So he just kept walking, thinking all he had to do was walk a little more. He continued through the cornfield that by now was quite hot. He got frightened more and more with each step he took.

By lunchtime mom and dad began looking frantically for their then youngest son with no success. The neighbors, police and even the Stateville prison guards were called to find Art. After checking all the buildings and even dredging the horse tank with a pitch fork there was only one place left he could be, the CORNFIELD. After hours of searching, little Artie was found over a mile away, through the hot corn forrest, eating cookies at a neighbor lady's house.