What a treat to read about Napoleon!
My mother was born in Napoleon in 1913, and grew up there with four siblings, all grandchildren of Swedish immigrant homesteaders. She subscribed to the Napoleon Homestead for decades after she left for adventure in Alaska and to raise a family in New Jersey and North Carolina.
Mom always spoke fondly of Napoleon, though she would sometimes joke that “It’s not the end of the world, but you can see it from there.”
On the first trip her family took west from Napoleon in their Ford Model A, the Rockies came into view. Gesturing toward them from the driver’s seat, Grandpa turned to Grandma and said, “See, Mama: It looks just like home, only different and more of it.”