Sunday, 24 March 2013

Americana (stories in 100 words 1880)



1880 I found the name on a map when I was a child in Scotland and it came to my mind that that was where I was going to someday; Wabash, Indiana. I was 17 when I got there and I found work on the new Presbyterian Church after I told them about my religious folks back home. One evening, Mr Charles Brush asked that we all meet him at the Courthouse. That was the night that sunshine came to the city. When he switched on his electrical lights, the darkness  turned to day; we were the first city, anywhere.



bobby stevenson 2013

No comments:

Post a Comment