Yesterday I was poking around the internet for anything about
Capa, South Dakota, as I’m known to do a few times a year. But what came up yesterday hadn’t come up in
Google for me before: a link to a short radio interview with the lone remaining Capa resident. I’ve listened to it a few times now and because
of Grampa’s description of Capa, I can picture each of the remaining buildings
he mentions. Only my picture is of how
it was in 1930, not how it is today.
If someone gave me a trip to anywhere in the world I want to
go, would it be horrible of me to want to go to the ghost town of Capa, South
Dakota?
Speaking of Capa, I’ve had some wonderful emails exchanged
with descendants of folks from there. I
passed photos to them and them to me and then I’d send the stories and
questions and new pictures to my 94-year-old Grampa. He’d relay stories back to me about my new contact’s ancestors.
I’ve gotten so caught up with Capa, that I am thinking of taking the
Capa chapter out of my Dukes of Mixager book and making Capa have its own booklet.
A tour of Capa as it once was. Or some such thing.
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