The little town of Woodrow hangs on with a tenuous thread. The Post Office is still there, a part of the General Store, a church and a couple of homes. Years ago Woodrow was a thriving farm community of a couple hundred people. Like so many things, people went in search of and moved away. There were enough left to keep the Post Office going, which helped the little store stay open.
Being on a busy local state highway has helped some. There is a coffee shop and lots of travelers will pause for a cup of java. Here time has paused. One can see a small pioneer community in operation. People stop in for a visit, check the mail, coffee and…….. Very few things have changed. The gas pumps are gone and the rest of town is a memory.
The building was built at the turn of the last century and appears to be well taken care of.
Woodrow, Co where time stands still. The cowboy saunters in, the farmer pauses and the shop keeper says hi.
How much life is left in the little burg?