Description
There aren't many towns smaller than Hope. It's just about as small as a town can be and still be called a town, but it is typically Hoosier from the top of the shiny silver water tower to the green tufts shooting through the cracks in the sidewalks around the Square. It lies in an area of large, prosperous farms just south of the point where a small meandering creek called Haw-creek crosses State Road 9. The town is surrounded by rich pastures and tall, golden corn fields, with an occasional wood lot dotting the landscape.
Recommended Citation
Blades, Betty
(1947)
"July Comes To Hope,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
:
Iss.
1
, Article 16.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol15/iss1/16
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