I grew up in Murray, Iowa.
2000 census population: 766.
Here, for your enjoyment, are a few photos I took over the weekend while stomping on some old grounds:
These are shoes – lots of shoes – stuck on roughly 200 yards of fence posts. Why, you ask? Me too.
You have to believe that at one time, this truck (and the barn) represented growth.
I don’t know who John B. Huber was, but he died in 1900 at the age of 76 and, presumably, his bones have rested in the southern Iowa soil for over 100 years.
I stopped by the local tavern with some friends. The bar owners told me they had established a sandwich in honor of my dad. It’s called the ‘Old Man Club’ because unlike the regular club, it’s a layer smaller and easier for old guys like my dad to eat. Does your dad have a sandwich named after him?