Anytime I read something posted by "Ojibwa" it makes me think about where I live. The history of it all. Even more so cause there was a strong Native American culture here, alas we killed them all. But I am trying to make this a positive story, so I won't focus on that, even though we maybe should.
My town just celebrated being founded 200 years ago. Parties were all around. I realize for those on the East Coast we're just "youngsters" here, but where I live that is kind of "old." Ancient even. Heck the oldest library in the state of IL is just 5.7 miles from me.
The story of who and why folks came to live where I live is kind of cool. I will try to explain below the fold.
Germans. Those darn Germans .....
It was like 1812. They got on a boat and sailed to New Orleans. Got on a steamer and went North on the Mississippi river. Arrived in St. Louis. Spent every penny they had to buy supplies and started to walk East. They came to what would be my town. Streams. Open fields. Lakes. Soil the color of tar and said, "well I think we can grow some stuff here."
My town was formed.
They sent many letters home talking about the plenty they had here. More and more people from Germany came.
Even to this day I have to explain my last name is Young with a "Y" and not "Jung." Heck in the 80s when I was in school German was a mandatory class.
This is where I throw in I am an immigrant.
My town is a little slice of paradise. Not perfect. But we still have those lakes, streams, and soil the color of tar.