Out across the prairies are a variety of little communities. Most have disappeared, returned to the earth, no remains. A few have some old buildings or markings of some type to indicate there was something there at one time. The post offices are the hardest to find for so many were located in a home. For short periods of time a farmer or rancher would have a post office contract.
These places show up as towns and a few did become a town. For the most part they were a private residence. Looking on the map they are listed as a town. Oops, just drove past it or where is it.
So often I have gone looking for these places, only to find an empty pasture or a plowed field. Well….. someplace out yonder is where the country post office had been.
Then there is the farmhouse, drive on by, one of many homes that dot the country side. Get the map out, hey, whoa, stop, I just drove by it. See back there, that’s it. Those buildings are on the corner of the once little country burg. On closer examination, the building out by the road looks like a store, large windows and separate from the rest of the buildings. Yep, that was the big city. Now a farmers house and the old post office store is now a shed or chicken coop.
Abarr, was one such place. I had driven past it many times in my travels. it is not even a wide spot and it blends in so well with the homes that whizz by on the side of the road. I made a concentrated effort to find it and I still drove past it. Oh well, that’s why they invented the U-turn.
On closer examination of the map, I spotted a couple of other little spots like this in the vicinity. Now on other trips I have other distractions to go looking for and maybe find someone with a bit of information on these little spots. Then they tend to have similar histories. It is the characters that occasionally associated with them that garners the interest.