In the summer of 2006 I stood on home plate and hit a baseball on the Field of Dreams in Dyersville, Iowa. Yes, I mean Field of Dreams as in Kevin Costner, James Earl Jones, and “is this heaven? No, it’s Iowa.” Beyond the baseball field was the corn field and along the first baseline were the wooden bleachers. The white farmhouse with its wraparound porch sat overlooking the field. And when I turned around I could see that road we drove to this field is the road that cars drive on at the end of the movie. The movie was actually filmed in Iowa.
Okay, so it was filmed in 1989, making it 30 years short of our historic benchmark, but Field of Dreams is one of those movies that is so feel-good-Americana that I can’t help but include it here. When you combine the great American pastime of baseball with the scenic beauty of rural Iowa and cornfields and a man following his dreams, how much better can it get?
People will come, Ray. They’ll come to Iowa for reasons they can’t even fathom. They’ll turn up your driveway not knowing for sure why they’re doing it. They’ll arrive at your door as innocent as children, longing for the past. Of course, we won’t mind if you look around, you’ll say. It’s only $20 per person. They’ll pass over the money without even thinking about it: for it is money they have and peace they lack. And they’ll walk out to the bleachers; sit in shirtsleeves on a perfect afternoon. They’ll find they have reserved seats somewhere along one of the baselines, where they sat when they were children and cheered their heroes. And they’ll watch the game and it’ll be as if they dipped themselves in magic waters. The memories will be so thick they’ll have to brush them away from their faces. People will come Ray. The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.
-Terrance Mann (James Earl Jones)
I love Iowa, though most people forget about this state or just associate it with flat cornfields. While there are a lot of those, Iowa is rolling country in its western half (the Loess Hills Scenic Byway) filled with old farmhouses, silos, schoolhouses, cemeteries, county roads mapped on a grid pattern. Iowa is also home to RAGBRAI, the Great Bike Race Across Iowa. Iowa is worth a visit, trust me. I love cornfields before traveling across Iowa, and I still love cornfields. If I do ever spend more time there, I probably will end up sounding like Ray Kinsella (Kevin Costner) in Field Of Dreams: “It’s okay, honey. I… I was just talking to the cornfield.”
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Vince Michael of The School of the Art Institute of Chicago just posted in his blog Time Tells about the preservation of a movie set in Mexico and asks the question “Can the set of a movie be an authentic experience?” Check it out here: http://vincemichael.wordpress.com/2009/01/06/books-authenticity-movies/
I like this blog, this movie is awesome
Thanks for the link, Melanie! That’s a very interesting post by Vince Michael.
Erin, glad you like it! We should watch the movie again, soon.