New Boston, Missouri

Last weekend, on our trip to Missouri to visit my family, we went through the little town of New Boston, population 310. It was founded in 1846, and named after – you guessed it: Boston.  We went through a lot of small towns on our trip, but this one caught our eye, and we stopped to take a look. It was Sunday morning, and we didn’t see anyone, save the 3 vehicles that went by on the road through town in the half hour we were there. There were several points of interest. There was the post office:

What I liked best about the post office was their sign. It was hand painted. I loved it.

I mean really, when was the last time the US Government did something in the least expensive, most practical manner?

Here is New Boston’s Fire Department:

I’m impressed that a town this small can maintain a fire dept. I’m sure the firemen are all volunteer, like they are in most of the small towns I know of. My hat is off to them.

Here’s the bar.

Sorry, I didn’t get a shot of the entire front of the bar. Use your imagination for the rest.  Anyway, what’s that in the window?

Um…well….I….dunno.  Come up with your own thoughts on why this was painted on the front window of the bar.

Here’s the other window on the bar.

Drink Responsibly?   Oh well.     It is cute though.

Then there’s this business. At least I think it’s a business.

We couldn’t find any business hours listed, and were puzzled as to what type of business it may be.  It says “The Shed” up above, but then there’s this sign down below:

I’m sure all of New Boston knows what goes on in this building, and that’s good enough for me.

At the end of town was an old white clapboard church.  There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, and the mystery as to why it was so quiet in town was solved. Seems most of the inhabitants of New Boston were in church. All in the same church. 

I have to say we liked New Boston. It was small yes, and it was quirky. It was very quiet. Not much variety as to shopping. But the surrounding countryside of rolling hills and pastures was nice. Everyone probably knows everyone, and there are probably no secrets. But everyone probably pulls together when needed, and looks out for each other. And you can’t put a price on that.