Today, I found myself in Kansas. Again. No, I don’t know how that keeps happening.
It was a good drive. Lots of pretty countryside, and long, elegant roads cutting through the limestone hills. Sunlight–which is probably the big thing that lures me over the border–because, after all, Kansas is south, and south is usually just a little brighter.
I wound up in Nicodemus. Year-round population? Evidently right around 20. It’s a town settled by African Americans right after the civil war. And every summer, their descendants (and probably quite a few others) come back for a reunion/festival and/or youth summer camps.
I took pictures, and here’s the link to history, parks information, and summer camps, if you’re interested. (I have no personal knowledge of the camp, or anyone involved with it, so do your due diligence before you send your kids.)
So, for comparison, here is another school. Which is currently functioning as a museum one county over. This one might be school/church. A lot of them did double duty, back in the day.
And as an added bonus… I give you the geographic center of the United States. Well, sort of. The actual center is on private property (according to not this marker, but that’s the rumor) and a little bit of a trek, so here’s the almost-nearly marker people can actually get to without trespassing.
And a marker for the “Last Indian Fight” in the county: