After a few issues getting the UPS and Fedex to find my address lately, I stopped by the courthouse to figure out if they've changed it. Turns out that they have no idea what our street was supposed to be called. Reminder, I live in an old elementary school that was operational from 1950 to the 1990's. Somehow the name of the street that is on our deed that the school was using for 40 some years was never an official name. I honestly have no idea how I was receiving mail in the first place, or why it suddenly stopped working. The actual address number on our deed was actually attached to the walnut tree up the street. Apparently there used to be a farm house there some 80 years ago. Our actual building had several numbers assigned to it, because it used to be a cluster of farm houses back when the railroad still ran through here. Happily they got everything straightened out to match our deed, thus concluding yet another adventure in rural Kentucky land.
Also, while digging through various paperwork, there was apparently an ice cream shop around here back in the 60's. That's neat, but also a bit bizarre. It's old location means that it went in long after the railroad went out, but the town died when they tore up the tracks. Maybe they were selling to the kids that went to school here?