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The Heart of Our National Dilemma
This post began as a reply to a comment left by on ’s post of the day, entitled .
What follows is an edited and expanded version.
I grew up in Hoosier country, on a farm just outside the little town of Nabb, Indiana, where the B & O railroad crosses the county line road separating Clark & Scott counties. Dad’s farm was delineated on one side by the Easternmost edge of — parcel 264.
Attending Lexington Township School as a boy, I learned about “ .” In the summer of 1863, Confederate Brigadier General John Hunt Morgan’s troops briefly occupied the Lexington town square—which, at that time, was home to the Scott County Seat and Courthouse. This was a decade or so before becoming the school grounds my classmates and I (not to mention my older siblings, and children going back to the late 1800s) had played in for well over a half-century before I was born.
I don’t know, but I doubt the armed locals resisted this Confederate incursion overly much, possibly leaving a social stain that may have contributed to the County Seat being relocated to the town square of Scottsburg, 10 or so miles further west. “Well, it is more centrally located,” it was argued.
