Scott City, actually, but I'm too lazy to change it. Four thousand souls. The history doesn't seem to tell the entire story:
Scott City was founded in 1885. Like Scott County, the city is named in recognition of a United States General, Winfield Scott. In October 1884, two women from Chicago, Illinois claimed the land that Scott City is on and built a cabin.
The following February, two men from Chicago came to the cabin and settled. Soon after, many people started arriving in the county and Scott City was then founded in 1885.
Before being founded, Mrs. M.E. De Geer, one of the women that came from Chicago, started a newspaper called the Western Times in March 1885.
There were many papers in town, but that's another entry.
For some reasons I decided to do a few then-and-now shots, perhaps because the place isn’t particularly interesting. We’ll see.
The church before:
The church after, with new decorations on the painted wall.
Oooh, a post-war grocery store. Do we have a better shot?
Yes, but alas.
It's hard on a town when the grocery store goes out. Hard.
Putting the urns around the door helps to reduce its off-centeredness, but it’s not enough.
Ladies and Gentlemen, the Midwest
Looks like it got a thick coat of stucco; I’d bet there are bricks beneath.
FOR THE LAST TIME NOW WE DON’T SELL HOME AIR FILTERS
Des Mart: a fine post-war facade, if a bit rote. Nice to see it intact, and well kept; not a trace of rust.
I can hear the Herb Alpert play. I don’t know why. But I do.
Post-war building in the “public service” style, which could include utilities.
Old man Brenner comes out once a month, wild-eyed and smelly
See? The same “public service” style.
OUMBist of the OUMB.
The modern interpretation of the Main Street commercial strip has been, for decades, an almost instant failure.
No one loves this stuff.
The side was done in 60s Flintstone style.
Something interesting: the high school. I’ll bet it was a WPA building. If not, at least it was built during that era. Kids must have felt pretty spiffy: this was as modern as Buck Rogers.
Finally: a bit of the bygone times.
There's more . . . but there isn't, really.
That'll do! No motels. I'm fresh out of this year's supply.