Slater, Iowa is the home of Clan Ross… although, maybe more like the homeland or native soil — because no Rosses live in Slater anymore. It’s a smallish town just off of I-35 between Ames and Des Moines.
Slater, CO is more of a post office than an actual town. Hubby and I discovered it on a trip to Colorado a few summers ago. It’s in the high desert of northern Colorado–
Slater Iowa, on the other hand, is the Lake Woebegon of my childhood… all the women are strong, all the men are good looking and all the children are above average. It’s the place of childhood memories of the 4th of July, celebrated with good food, fireworks and family. It’s the place where we could walk to the park (down THE alley) all on our own — no parents. It’s where my grandparents’ big old Victorian house was a place we were always welcome and where the huge dining room table had a piece of the base that all the grandchildren figured out rolled on its axis… My Aunt Reggie has the table now, so I need to go to Omaha to play with the table… sigh.
Sadly, I don’t have a photo of Slater, IA but it has a facebook page... — and it’s different now anyway… so this photo of Slater, CO will have to serve to remind me of the Slater, IA of my childhood…
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