Wikipedia: "On Memorial Day (then called Decoration Day) 1909, a tornado struck on the prairie a mile to a mile and a half southeast of Langdon, then moved seven miles in a northwest direction. The tornado, locally dubbed The Vulcan, killed five people and injured 29. Katie Diamond was lifted above treetops and telephone poles, and then dropped in a yard, virtually unscathed."
That seems to have been the peak of its excitement. Eighteen hundred souls today. I’m sure my dad mentioned it when he came back from hunting.
Don’t know if the guys stopped here.
The "Dale" part is not original. The facade isn’t original. But the smell inside, I guarantee, dates back to 1957.
The King George Cigar!
I doubt any royalties were forwarded to the British monarchy. You want to start something about it? C’mon over here. Remember how that worked out the last time.
I can’t really blame them.
Well, I can, but I can’t. It’s a way of showing everyone your town is a going concern, with its eye on the future. Langdon is a modern place!
A Mall! Translation: a hallway goes all the way to the back and there are offices off of it.
I wonder if they gutted the whole thing to turn it into the Farmers and Mechanics HQ.
A rather perky 50s facade is getting a touch-up; hope it survives.
Little things like colored bricks inserted into the facade made a big change on an old tired rural downtown.
Fire, or age? Went up after the 1909 Tornado, a sign or renewal. If you’re feeling bad for Mr. Boyd . . .
The fellow knew how to put his stamp on a place. Joseph Boyd. Born in Canada, came to the states, lit out for the territories. After a few years he had a business, and then a farm of 560 acres, and a cheese factory. Served in the state house, and was mayor as well. Salute!
When you uncheck the box in the resize window that says “maintain proportions”
Damned thing makes me uncomfortable; the front doesn’t line up. Did they drape all that classical stuff around a preexisting building?
Mr. Boyd would want to know why those windows were closed. Nevermind the bad look, it’s unhygenic. People need air!
If there is a constant to this site, and there is, it’s the mystery of the second floor. It’s the unanswerable question: what is up there now?
Everything, you suspect. Decades worth of everything
I wonder how much influence the pre-cut decorations had on the architecture. Did a designer want something different, but there wasn’t a pediment insert for that particular size? Or had these things become standardized over the years, influencing the look of every small town in the country?
The color of the brick makes me think this was a hamburger joint once.
As for the sign, some of us are already thinking: thumpa-thumpa thumpa-thumpa thumpa-thumpa thumpa-thumpa
Poor kid who dropped acid that one night, and saw only mouths
It’s ugly as hell, but it’s a rare thing that’s survived this long. Here’s your late 60s early 70s, friends. They wanted everything to look like this.
“Dammit, I don’t care. I think there’s a future in second stories, and I’ll kick any plywood salesman who comes to see me right out of here.”
“And I’m not bricking up any doors or windows either. Now git.”
Finally: a bright burst of color from the Outworld Embassy:
Imagine you’re a farm kid, and you’ve come to see Buck Rogers battle Killer Kane.
That was, and still is, North Dakota. And hence America, too.