Yesterday, my travels took me to Alamo, Indiana. I drove through every nook and cranny of the place and never found a sign that said “Alamo”. Too bad. “Reduced Speed Ahead” is as close as I got.
I had noticed that Indiana 25, which runs south of Waynetown, ended at Indiana 32 on its way toward Alamo. Alamo has a celebrated past but I came away with a sense that’s its future is in doubt.
The gym in Alamo is for sale. Wouldn’t it be great if someone bought it and returned it to its previous glory? Or something close?
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Tom:
You brought back memories of Pres. Thad Seymour and Elmore days. On a glorious Fall day of his chosing, Dad Thad would declare a College holiday to celebrate the Indiana Autumn and read poems to us written by the Bard of Alamo, James B. Elmore. Now the students have a Fall Break built into the Academic calendar, Elmore Days were more fun.
Wow these are some great pics. We tore down a run down house and put a modular on the poperty. There was an old blacksmiths building beside our house that sadly was tore down for no good reason. At one point the town started to get cleaned up. As our family grew we moved out of town to a bigger house and I find it sad to drive down thru there and see all the run down houses. They had turned the gym into a junk yard which quickly became a huge eye sore. I know they have clean it out but I am sure with all the nasty junk they had there it will never be the same. My mom and her brothers all went to Alamo HS. And I remember having family reunions there when I was just a little kid.
To all who are concerned about Alamo: This was the mystical place where my grandparents, Clarence and Lela Golda Livengood Smith, made their many homes and reared their four girls, one of whom—Hazel Ruth, was my mother. My mother’s step-sister, Helen Smith Rusk, was a teacher in the school, and her sister, Edith Smith Sabens, was a nurse at the old Culver Hospital.
I have fond memories of visiting them as a youth, walking around the town and taking prints of the Alamo switching station which was purchased by Bell, and the other stores.
I also have fond memories of my parents’ attending alumni banquets there. My mother was a graduate of the class of 1935, and was married at Waynetown in September of 1937 by Rev. Tremaine, a well-known Methodist pastor famous for his poetry.
What a town it was. Some wealthy tycoon should purchase the burg and clean it up so my grandkids could see it as it was!
My grandmother was a faithful member of the Alamo Christian Church, where my parents met.