I thought I should probably do a Hometown Blog about my hometown, Lexington Missouri. When talking with other people I usually refer to myself as being “older than dirt” so I figure, with my advancing age it would be wise to write it now LOL!
Lexington was founded in 1822 and became the County Seat in 1823. It is located along the bluffs overlooking the Missouri River. It became the largest city west of St. Louis in the 1830s and ’40s. John Aull built the first Mercantile store there in 1822 and it became a booming business. This quaint little city was the starting point for those traveling westward. The beginning of the Oregon, Santa Fe, California, and Mormon Trails was here. It is estimated that by 1843 there were over $450,000 of goods that had been sent west.
Lexington boasts the oldest, continually used Courthouse west of the Mississippi. It was built in 1847. This building saw a lot of changes over its 173 years of standing guard over the town. It survived the Battle of Lexington 1861, with only a cannonball lodged in one of its columns. The cannonball is still there today.
There are numerous historic homes, buildings, and sites in this town, the most famous one is the Wentworth Military Academy which was founded in 1880. It drew students not only from the United States but from all over the world.
Now for a more personal take on this town. In the 1950s the population of Lexington was 5071. It was a close-knit community made up mostly of families who were farmers. I was born here at the Lexington Hospital. My family moved to Arizona a year after I was born for health reasons. So it is sad to say I was not raised here. I did live there shortly in the mid-’60s and I loved it there. It was so full of history and things to do. When we moved back there we rented the top floor apartment of a large historical home on Highland Street. The street in front of the home was made of original bricks from when the town was first built. I loved the sound the road made when someone drove over it. I played clarinet and I would take it out in the backyard and practice with it. The yard was on top of one of the many bluffs along the Missouri River and I could watch the activity on the river as I played. I had many relatives that lived in town and I finally got to meet them.
I guess it is now confession time. There was one thing I did not like about the town. It was the “chiggers”. I was raised in the desert and had never encountered those nasty little bloodsuckers before. I learned quickly to wear long pants and socks to avoid being eaten alive!
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