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I don't guess too many people have heard of Clifton, Virginia. Least ways that's how it was when I lived there. Times do change though and what was may longer be, and what is might not have been at all and vice versa or something like that. Our farm was about three miles out of town and our mailing address was Route 1, Box 214 Clifton so I guess we were residents. Mom used to refer to the town as "The Village" and I suppose it was, in fact, more of a village than a town. There were a total of five roads leadin1 to Clifton and all five were posted with Corporate Limits signs, so I guess whether anyone had ever heard of it or not, the place did exist and that made it official. The truth of the matter is -five roads were leadin1 into town but one of "um just kept on goin' whit a Corporate Limit sign on both ends - so it all depended on which was you were headin' as to how you counted the roads.