In the late 1930‘s I lived in a house just east of the old Zens Store in Epiphany. As a pre-schooler I enjoyed the short time we lived there. Dad built a sandbox and mother helped us kids make wigwams out of paper as she taught us about Nokomis and the Big Sea Water from the Song of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longellow.
In that old run-down house in Epiphany I also learned the poem Kubla Khan:
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
I have fond memories of the short time we lived in Epiphany - the town that forgot how to grow up.
The population today is only 99. One would think that a 125-year-old Catholic town would have a few more residents than the number of beads in a rosary.
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