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Welcome to Thorntown

State Road 47 is a winding and lovely drive in western Indiana. It begins in the wild terrain around Turkey Run State Park. As it heads east, those steep hills become the rolling terrain of quiet farmland. The road curves frequently around old farm boundaries and around terrain challenges. But the fun ends at Thorntown as the road straightens out for the rest of its route to Sheridan, thirty minutes north of Indianapolis.

Thorntown, a well-kept small town lined with tidy homes, churches, and shops, is at the center of what was briefly the 64,000 acre Thorntown Indian Reserve, where the Eel River Tribe of the Miami Indians lived. Thorntown gets its name from the Miami name for the place, Kawiakiungi, which means “place of thorns.” Here’s what you see as you swing across the bridge and enter Thorntown from the east. At any moment, you expect it to start snowing, and Jimmy Stewart to come running through town shouting, “Merry Christmas you old broken-down Building and Loan!”

Welcome to Thorntown

As much as I have always liked State Road 47, I used to dislike Thorntown because its 30 MPH speed limit interrupted my swift progress. When my ex-wife and I were dating many years ago, she and I passed through Thorntown on our way to a camping trip. We needed both of our small cars to haul all the gear; she followed me. As usual, I didn’t see the speed limit signs at the edge of town, but this time the law was ready for me. A police car pulled out of somebody’s driveway with lights flashing and siren blaring. I pulled over and the officer, a big Sheriff Buford type with the buzz cut and the mirrored aviator sunglasses, began to give me a chewin’ out. His face pinched, he was wondering with considerable volume if I had skill enough to read speed-limit signs when my now-ex, who by the way was lovely and slender with blue-grey eyes and a big mess of blonde hair, pulled around in front of me and stopped. Sheriff Buford seemed annoyed and waddled purposefully toward her car. He was gone for quite some time, but when he came back, he was chuckling and smiling. He told me to just take it slow through town and wished me a good weekend!

Since this happened before everybody had cell phones, I had to wait about two hours until we reached our campsite to ask just what the heck happened. She said, “When he came up, I rolled down the window, batted my eyelashes at him, and said, ‘If you give him a ticket, you have to give me one too, because I was following him!’ He laughed and laughed and I guessed when you drove off that he let us off the hook.”

This did not do anything to improve my opinion about Thorntown.

I’ve matured considerably since then. I’ve also become much better at noticing the speed limit signs at the outskirts of small towns, so I’m much less likely to attract police attention. So now I not only bear no ill will against Thorntown, but I find its entrance from the east to be quite lovely. You swing around this little curve and over a small bridge, and then suddenly the town unfolds before you, as if it had been folded snugly into the pages of a pop-up book. Just be sure to be going 30 MPH by the time you cross that bridge.


I’ve told this story twice before, in 2007 and 2010.

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14 thoughts on “Welcome to Thorntown

      • Charlie Hart says:

        Have you done a turn-by-turn of 47? If not, I remember a lot, and some observations of old alignments there. I would like to communicate on this, but can’t seem to find a direct communication. I love your work, and observations of our travelling past.

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        • I’ve traced 47 on Google Maps and believe I’ve seen evidence of some very old alignments. I believe that 47’s modern path has been such for probably 50+ years. I do know that there’s a bridge inside Turkey Run State Park that used to be part of SR 47.

          Go to the About page; there’s a contact form there where you can reach me directly.

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  1. That sounds like a very enjoyable drive. We have our speed trap towns around here. From what I have heard some of the small towns will hire a part-time cop and then try to pay for him by writing tickets. I guess they have to be careful not to catch too many locals or else people complain.

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  2. Christopher Smith says:

    Nice Story I think I read it the second time around, its funny how when we get older we have a different perspective on things.

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  3. Tom Klockau says:

    I work in an office in Coal Valley, which is a small town right next to Quad City Airport. Kind of the same deal. Small little town, no crime. So watch out for those Smokeys with radar! :)

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