"Weston" Weston by Maria250

Weston was founded in 1837 and was for many years the most important town in the U.S. west of St. Louis. Weston, a city of a population of about 1.700. It has Antiques shops, common stores, nice restaurants and a beautiful historic sight. The prosperity that attended these early years has never left the city. It's a solid and wealthy old town. Every hour in the day, every change of light and shadow, only adds a new charm to the already enchanting view. It's though best appreciated when the city is seen under the storm clouds, or by the light of the moon as it rises over the eastern highlands. Jo Dill, Jr.

Weston

In October Weston celebrates the German and Irish families that made Weston home in the 1800s. Weston's early settlers were the basic stock and were hard working people with a sense of value. A great companion who made our Weston visit truly special, showed us this brewery. It was started in 1840s by a German immigrant, and closed during prohibition. This Pub encluds a small stage where balladeers sing Irish songs and bawdy limericks.

Weston

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who have served and are serving currently.

The Final Inspection

The soldier stood and faced God,
Which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining,
Just as brightly as his brass.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek?
To My Church have you been true?"

The soldier squared his shoulders and said,
"No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
Because those of us who carry guns,
Can't always be a saint.

I've had to work most Sundays,
And at times my talk was tough.
And sometimes I've been violent,
Because the world is awfully rough.

But, I never took a penny,
That wasn't mine to keep...
Though I worked a lot of overtime,
When the bills got just too steep.

And I never passed a cry for help,
Though at times I shook with fear.
And sometimes, God, forgive me,
I've wept unmanly tears.

I know I don't deserve a place,
Among the people here.
They never wanted me around,
Except to calm their fears.

If you've a place for me here, Lord,
It needn't be so grand.
I never expected or had too much,
But if you don't, I'll understand."

There was a silence all around the throne,
Where the saints had often trod.
As the soldier waited quietly,
For the judgment of his God.

"Step forward now, you soldier,
You've borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
You've done your time in Hell."
-unknown

• Pros:Lovely and romantic surroundings.
• Cons:Can't think of any.
• In a nutshell:Marvelous Missouri river.