I’d heard my Dad mention Paraclifta a number of times through the years, and his passing comments always intrigued me. What was this place that had been completely wiped from the map where once there had been a thriving town?
I kept telling myself I would dig into it. Finally, I had my shot when Dad and I took a recent road trip back down old highway 71 together. I’ve written a past ode to 71 – much of my childhood was spent in the small towns along it. I’ll share more about this particular trip down memory land in another post, but in the interim you can find my story about the forgotten town of Paraclifta over on the Only In Arkansas website. Let me know what you think!