My Home Town was Ordnance, Oregon, in the western reaches of North America, on the arid high plateau of the Columbia River Basin.
It is now a 'ghost town'. Nobody lives there. No business is transacted. The structures, but for one have all fallen in to ruin and the remaining one is part of a corporate agribusiness interest. The town disappeared years ago. When I was still a child, actually. We moved away to follow better opportunities in northern Idaho, and then, after that project, on to the big city of Portland, where I would grow up and live the greatest portion of my life.
Ordnance was a US Department of Defense housing project, built to accommodate workers at the US Army Ordnance Depot north across Highway 30, in the desert five miles northwest of Hermiston. It was pretty basic tilt-up poured concrete walls on concrete slabs in a barracks style with which the US Army is so proficient.
There was a 'shopping center' on the highway. It hosted a gasoline service station, a market, a barber shop, and a large indoor concrete slab that could be used for multiple purposes and was a great roller skating rink.
The school was on the east end of town, near the community center, at the end of Fuse Street.
We lived on Bomb Street, near the south edge of town. To the corner and cross Grenade Street, and you were in tumbleweeds and sage brush.
I think I've alluded to its subsequent illustrious history?
As noted, we left when I was three, which would have placed it in 1956-57. By 1960, the town had been abandoned in favor of nearby Hermiston, a town with real amenities, thanks to the ready availability of automotive transport. It was, after all, the great 'freeway' building era in America and the US highway, US 30, would be transformed in to Interstate 84 and no stop at Ordnance. Folks had cars and could commute. The Department of Defense sold the town, lock, stock, and barrel...to a local agri-businessman. He surrounded the entire town with cyclone fencing, tore all the doors off of all the living units, and installed troughs in every front yard and stocked it with pigs. Being as it was right on the new Interstate freeway, it became notorious. Folks almost always engaged in a futile effort to roll up their windows and shut out the stench as they drove past my home town, a pig farm.