You begin by driving west around a curve, past old garages, an empty antique house, a newer church and a few old homes -- you are practically to the other side of Kirksville within about three minutes. There is no chance you will miss the church's high white steeple and the large white wood building that once was a general store for folks.
You will find the unincorporated village surrounded by
farmland and some newer homes. You can continue driving west on this same road which leads you to the next little unincorporated village and then continuing leads you to the end -- the Kentucky River. Here the Kentucky River is meandering and rather untouched by our society.
When I drive through a little place like Kirksville and the nearby areas, I am reminded of Richard Dorson's words from his book, American Folklore -- to paraphrase -- the people bond with the land through memories, ancestry and close family ties. His words run true in rural Central Kentucky.