Located on the north central plains of Eastern Colorado, the little village has more memories on Main Street then pedestrians. It is a country settler’s village that has hung on. There are no major highways through town or a railroad. Yet the town has maintained a small population of around 30 souls. Main Street is empty, boarded up and the sidewalks are rolled up. Down at the end of the road is the Post Office, there are enough residents in the area to keep it going.
For one weekend a year, Vernon comes to life, people stroll the town park, tractors pop and sputter and horses have the right of way. Vernon Days is celebrated just before Labor Day. It is a day to remember when their forefathers came into the area and homesteaded. The few town folks roll out the old time carpet to celebrate yesteryears.
Otherwise the other 51 weekends are pretty noiseless as the sleepy little goes about life. Surrounded by farmland, the whirr of farm equipment is more common the laughter of school children, from the now shuttered school house. The little country church is well kept and hears the word on occasion. The shops of Main Street remind one of when they could stop in and pick up supplies. Across the street is the town park square, well groomed and cared for.
Off in the distance on a ridge can be seen the community cemetery. Looking at it one could see that the area was populous at one time. Yet like so many prairie towns, the people left to try and find greener fields in the city.
Those that remain have different pace of life, the nearest towns with shops are miles away. Sometimes the bus ride to school can be over 100 miles. Yet the people take it in stride and live out a life from the land.