Jimtown, located near Illinois City, was so named because a lot of guys named Jim lived there (or so the story goes). Most of the men, regardless of their name, worked at a nearby coal mine. It was a tough place full of inpatient guys. During a dance one evening, one of the guests didn’t like the way the fiddler played, so he killed him. The other patrons of the bar formed a cortege and paraded the body to Essex Cemetery where they buried the fiddler, poorly; they had to go back the next day and do it again because they left his feet sticking up. After the coal mine closed, Jimtown did the same.
© Dean Klinkenberg, 2015