This is the final installment of my photo essay of the home of the Railroaders.

“Around the turn of the century, as many as thirty-five passenger trains, one hundred freight trains and three thousand passengers used the depot each day.”

Signal tower near downtown Durand.

An engine.

A caboose – something you don’t see much of these days.

A rather odd little drinking fountain. They should have chosen a bear, instead.

The Durand Memorial Library. This is where I got my very first library card. Come to think of it, I think this is where I got my only library card.

Culverts at Trumble park. These actually make great playground equipment.

We had larger culverts at my elementary school that we would crawl into and sit and chat.

There used to be a little dirt path, here. My mom had a baby seat on the back of 10-speed. She would take me for rides around town. Riding down this little [no longer existing] path was my favorite part. This was probably the first experience that foreshadowed my mountain biking addiction.

This is the little school where I had my CCD (Confraternity of Christian Doctrine) classes as a kid.

This is the church of my childhood – St Mary Catholic Church. This church has a GREAT priest.

I didn’t think this photo was very good, at first, but then I noticed the clouds in relation to the steeple and found it rather novel.

This little garden is a newer feature.

My brother slid off of this curve one winter.

I-69. …ha ha.

I really enjoyed my ride around Durand. It was kind of odd touring the town in which I grew up and tried desperately to escape. After my little tour, I realized that Durand has some good points and definitely has its place in the history books.