NAME: Lincoln Valley
CLIMATE: Snow in winter, Hot in summer
BEST TIME TO VISIT: Anytime
There are no residents. The town is located near a highway that runs south of Anamoose. You drive about 5 miles or more and then head west about 5 miles or so. It has a lot of trees surrounding it. but there is a clearing in the middle where the town is. There is 2 Churches, Mayer House, Store. 4 houses some standing some not, and a couple of garages on might be an old gas station.
REMAINS: Churches, Houses, and Garages. Watch out for wells that are hidden by grass and rotted boards.
Don't know any history about this town. It looks like it was abandoned in about the 50s Submitted by: Chad
Lincoln Valley was a thriving little town through the 1950's and 60's. It lost it's post office in the early 1970's, which was the kiss of death for the town. The last business closed and everybody left town in 1976. -- Jerry Anderson [email protected]
Regarding: Lincoln Valley, North Dakota Many years ago at a young age, I visited Lincoln Valley, North Dakota. It is where my father grew up on a farm with his parents and brothers. They worked very hard to make a living and relied on the land to put food on the table. They took great care of their white farmhouse. It was surrounded by miles of praires dotted with green trees. The house is still there today, but it is littered with cars, toys, and other objects disguising its once clean look. The tarnished house is proof that a family makes a home, a house doesn't. Just down the road is the skeleton of a town that once thrived with people. The store, that once sold candy to my father and delivered the needs of my grandparents in a much simplier time, is now in ruins. The post office long ago closed. The homes, once occupied by the hearts and souls of the town, now lie vacant. A school now empty, once filled the minds and inspired the spirits of the youth. A silent church still stands with open arms to all those who enter, but no one does. All that remains are the gravestones of the people who once made up a community. The bodies lie of people who grew up in a different world than we do. As our own lives accelerate with phones and cars and computers and jobs, the souls of a community from a quieter time lie forgotten. Lincoln Valley isn't a tourist attraction on a map of ghost towns, it is a memorial of my grandparents and how they lived. It should be a reminder to everyone that our time on earth is finite. It is a window into a world from a different time, but a window that will soon close. As the buildings fall and as the threads of the town disappear, so our history is erased. One day, it may be forgotten. One day, we all may be forgotten. M.Rau
As a young boy, our farm was five miles from Lincoln Valley, where my Grandfather lived after he "retired" from farming. On Wednesday evenings and Saturday evenings the farmers from the area brought their cream to the "cream station, and eggs to the grocery store in this village. The money received for these farm products was used to buy the groceries at one of the two stores, while the men gathered at the "beer joint" to talk farming over a beer or two. On occasion as a reward, we kids would get a chocolate malt or ice cream cone at the "ice cream joint" in the front part of the bar, and walled off from it. Joe Leintz's Implement dealership was the last business to fold when Joe retired. By that time some of the homes that still remained, although vacant, were surrounded by ragweeds. Eventually these homes were torn down, and a few moved to other locations. Many people went to Mrs. Fry, who was acclaimed to have the remedy for many ailments. K.K. Reiswig was the village bachelor. Many young people like myself left for other parts of the country for employment, and Lincoln Valley became a ghost town. Myron Rau Martin, Michigan