{"id":1941,"date":"2014-11-16T14:12:00","date_gmt":"2014-11-16T14:12:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/2014\/11\/16\/nicodemus"},"modified":"2020-10-03T05:40:15","modified_gmt":"2020-10-03T12:40:15","slug":"nicodemus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/?p=1941","title":{"rendered":"Nicodemus"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\">\n<div dir=\"ltr\" style=\"text-align: left;\"><i>&#8220;I am anxious to reach your state &#8230; because of the sacredness of her soil washed by the blood of humanitarians for the cause of freedom.&#8221;<\/i><\/p>\n<div style=\"background-color: #fdf2db; margin-left: 20px;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"margin-bottom: 0; margin-left: 20px; margin-top: 0;\"><b>&#8212; S.L. Johnson, black Louisianan in a letter to Kansas Governor John St John, 1879<\/b><br \/>\n<a style=\"clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/c69f2-img_2257.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/c69f2-img_2257.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><br \/>\n<b><br \/>\n<\/b><\/div>\n<p>It&#8217;s been a three hour drive from Denver to the high plains of Northwest Kansas when I see the small sign pointing the way to a National Historic site&#8230;..<a href=\"http:\/\/www.legendsofamerica.com\/ks-nicodemus.html\">Nicodemus<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>Road weary and feeling sickness impending, I shack up for the night and do some research. I find that Nicodemus is the last remaining western community established by African Americans after the Civil War. A place where ex-slaves could flee the war-torn South and start new lives with &#8220;real&#8221; freedom.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/4eeb5-img_2258.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/4eeb5-img_2258.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>I awake the next day to eight degrees outside and blowing snow. My head is fuzzy and sinuses stuffy. I should go back to bed yet Nicodemus is calling me from deep within. Every seeker has a deep feeling that there must be something more to life, a great truth to be discovered.<\/p>\n<p>As the biblical character Nicodemus sought out Jesus for answers, I search for the town of the same name. I have ninety minutes of driving through the empty Kansas landscape to contemplate.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/97e36-img_2259.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/97e36-img_2259.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>A town once bustling with refugee&#8217;s from the South, today it holds near &#8220;Ghost Town&#8221; status. The American flag flies high in front of an empty town hall. My only companion, it would seem, is history.<br \/>\n<a style=\"clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/5ab12-img_2260.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/5ab12-img_2260.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<p>Driving further along the dirt roads, a man appears from nowhere, trying to warm up in the freezing morning by doing sprints in his front yard. He glances curiously at me for a moment before returning to his morning exercise routine. I turn the corner and continue on.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/5c721-img_2263.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/5c721-img_2263.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>Churches, banks and hotels sit in the blue Kansas sky as reminders of a community that once thrived with a renewed spirit. The promise of the great Union Pacific Railroad to come through here failed though, and instead it was decided to pass six miles away, leaving Nicodemus a stranded village.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/35d5a-img_2264.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/35d5a-img_2264.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>The schoolhouse still stands, the echoes of children learning in a free environment can be heard in it&#8217;s walls. Happy, playful playground sounds embedded in the creaking metal of the swings.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/a872c-img_2266.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/a872c-img_2266.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><\/div>\n<p>A ninety minute drive to see a part of history that many may not know. As I&#8217;m resting at the schoolyard historical sign, a large farm truck is rumbling toward me. The driver slows down as he approaches, as I imagine outsiders are a rarity these days.<\/p>\n<p>I see curly white whiskers covering dark skin. Gleaming white teeth blind me as the driver smiles widely and raises his hand to befriend me.<\/p>\n<p>The feeling that he is a direct descendant of those first settlers of this land that only wanted a fresh start after the Civil War is strong and powerful.<\/p>\n<p>Our chance encounter is the reason I was drawn here.<\/p>\n<div class=\"separator\" style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a style=\"clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\" href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/98c2e-img_2265.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/98c2e-img_2265.jpg?resize=640%2C480&#038;ssl=1\" width=\"640\" height=\"480\" border=\"0\"\/><\/a><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;I am anxious to reach your state &#8230; because of the sacredness of her soil [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2222,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"googlesitekit_rrm_CAowqprcCw:productID":"","_coblocks_attr":"","_coblocks_dimensions":"","_coblocks_responsive_height":"","_coblocks_accordion_ie_support":"","advanced_seo_description":"","jetpack_seo_html_title":"","jetpack_seo_noindex":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"_wpas_customize_per_network":false,"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[7315],"tags":[14041,3265114,200],"class_list":["post-1941","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-a-day-in-the-life","tag-kansas","tag-killing-time-at-work","tag-travel"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/mywalkabout.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2014\/11\/5ab12-img_2260.jpg?fit=1600%2C1200&ssl=1","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p99I7P-vj","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1941"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12921,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1941\/revisions\/12921"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2222"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1941"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1941"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mywalkabout.net\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1941"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}