Story Inn - Story, Indiana
When you’ve been around as long as I have you’ve seen a lot. In my youth I was part of a happening place, a centerpiece in the bustling village of Story. I stood alongside other staples of a 19th century village—the post office, one room schoolhouse, doctor’s office, grainmill, sawmill and forge. People traveled from nearby farms to visit our busy community, and I was a showpiece.
In my crowded shelves pioneer women shopped for cloth to make their family’s clothing, men bought tobacco and tools, and children begged for penny candy. I was the heart of one-stop-shopping long before Wal-Mart became a household word. A trip to visit me was an outing that was anticipated with the same fervor as a trip to a major city might inspire in a family today.
My aisles were full and my life was happy, right up to the Great Depression. With that economic hardship shoppers were scarce and in a few years time nearly half the population who frequented me had abandoned their farms and moved away, seeking work elsewhere. But I persevered.
In 1960 the creation of Lake Monroe flooded the nearby town of Elkinsville and left me on a main road that dead-ended not far past my doors. Though I continued to dispense goods my role had changed. I was no longer the life-blood of a thriving community. Kids rode their bikes over for a cold bottle of soda. Tourists stopped in to gawk at my rough wooden floors and stamped tin ceiling. My gas pumps kept dispensing, but at 40 cents a gallon it was cheaper to fill up in town if you could. Eventually my shelves were emptied, my doors were shut, my windows boarded over.
I stood alone, gathering dust, fearing vandals, fighting the ravages of time and weather. I thought that my useful life was over. All that remained was a slow decline. Eventually a caved in roof or a careless match would finish the job.
And then, after a decade alone, the boards were pulled off my windows, weeds were cut back and I was filled with the music of sawing and hammering. In short order I was back in business, filled with the delicious smells of gourmet cooking and fine wine. Happy people slept in my newly decorated bedrooms. From almost certain ruin I was once again a destination! Today I stand proudly in the center of the tiny village of Story, offering comfortable accommodations, gourmet food, and fine wines. I know I’m a bit off the beaten path, but that’s my charm, now days. I stood a little taller when Midwest Living named me to their list of “Places Worth the Drive”. I’ve come full circle, and once again my customers eagerly anticipate my welcoming doors!
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