I found out recently, our little town I grew up in was actually 2 for awhile. The railroad tracks divided it. One side was Yoder, Indiana and the other side was Sheldon. Had 6 bars back then (early 1800-1900). Then prohibition and the WCTA, WOMEN'S CHRISTIAN TEMPERANCE UNION burned a couple down and the others shut down and were turned into private homes. That is what I was told. It is now for some time Yoder, Indiana. The livery stable became a blacksmith shop. The currier was a short little man with arms as wide and solid as he was tall. He made a stubborn mule get up off its rear so he could change the shoes. He never allowed anyone in his shop for obvious reasons. An Amish man insisted on standing near his rowdy horse and got kicked clean out the door. Only his ego got bruised but he never went back into the building.
Last edited by tessagin; 10-29-2015 at 02:43 PM.