On my way to Royce City on Saturday, I called my friend in California and told her I was in Nevada. Of course I got an invite for dinner that evening; one that I declined.
It’s a place I had never traveled to. Maybe I had at night after the sun crashed below the flat western skyline and zipped right through without seeing it. The people are friendly, the land stretches far while a few John Deere tractors hold down the fabric right up at the corner of the two roads north of town.
As with many Texas towns, a tornado blew in the year 1927 and this church was there to see it. The church, according to historic accounts, served as a shelter, a hospital, and a morgue during this storm. It is written that 27 people were killed. The town never recovered from that disaster. Right now there is somewhere around 500 people in Nevada, Texas.
Next time, I’m going to have to stay a while and learn more about the
construction on the little church just down the street from this one.