Railroad Town in Ft. Madison

This is where I was born and raised. On the West End of Ft.Madison, Iowa.

My father's family had come there for the jobs in Shopton, halfway between Chicago and Kansas City. 

My father's father got a job there, as a safety inspector, because he did not drink. But the Railroad Strike of 1922, put him back on the farm again, where he suffered a stroke, and had to return to Ft. Madison again, and his wife went to work for the Railroad, as a cook. 

Now that I have gone back after 20 years absence, I am struck by one thing: their intellectual poverty,