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The Spirit of Butler Butlerites write letters of condolence when someone dies, bring food to back doors and tramp through matted grass in graveyards looking for old friends— but what is more they find them again when passing the clapboard houses they once lived in now lining our streets tidy and proud, monuments for us to them they housed: those whose spirit flowed into the making of this our town giving it life we are heirs of and will draw from long. Next Home |