The irony of Nebo, Illinois, is that while I lived there, I could not wait to leave it. Now I think about those days, get a wallop of nostalgia, and wish I knew more about the place left behind.
It began as a true log cabin town, growing with each new settler with names of Shaw, Ross, Franklin, and many more. With each new family the settlement became a township.
When I returned for visits over the years, the town had shrunk just a little bit more and the people I knew had died. Their children left (just as I had), and then there were empty vandalized houses, and people I don’t know.
Basically a ghost town compared to its former self.
Here are photos of the then and now:
|Hebo High School, 1920?|
|Baptist Church, which still looks like this.|
|C.R. Rodgers' Trans Continental trip for|
to promote Vin Fizz soda
|Peck house on Pearl-Nebo road|
|Painted by in-mate at nearby prison|
|Nebo High School Gym--all that remains|
of the High School
|Country School Students|
|Another Nebo, in Wales, 1984|
|Mt. Nebo, where Moses is buried|
N is for Nebo.
145 words, or thereabouts.