Claremont Richland Illinois - Top Sights 

• Claremont Attractions – A guide by Claremont Township, Richland County
• Claremont Sights & Attractions
• - Claremont Attractions
• - Claremont Public Library
• - Old Mill Park
• - Claremont Community Hall
• - Claremont Historical Society Museum
• - St. Mary's Church
• - Riverside Trail

Claremont Attractions – A guide by Claremont Township, Richland County

What makes Claremont sights so special is the quiet way, with the story here snoring at every street corner. Founded in 1855 by a few land pionings that were more interested in fertile soil than in urban splendour, the village slowly developed into a small junction in the heart of Richland County. The township, which stretches over soft fields and a few old barns, still has its roots in the agricultural heritage, which you can almost smell on the state route 33 – a mix of corn, diesel and the occasional scent of freshly mowed hay. I remember driving my uncle over the dusty paths as a child, while he told me about the first post offices and the old school, which are still considered ruins today. Today you reach the village conveniently by car from Bloomington-Normal, a short trip on Interstate 57, and suddenly you are in the middle of rural Illinois, where the time seems slower.

When you honestly explore the “Claremont Sights”, you quickly realize that the real highlight is not a museum or an artwork, but the people who still talk with an eye-catcher about the “big city life”. The local diner, a relic from the 60s, serves the best coffee wide and wide – no joke, that's almost a cult object. And while I'm sitting here, I watch the colorful driving on the weekly market: peasants who run their harvest, and a few young people who know more about Instagram with their phones than about the history of the place. This creates an atmosphere that is nostalgic and surprisingly alive at the same time – just what I love in small places that do not try to be something they are not.

Claremont Sights & Attractions

The history of Claremont begins long before the first house that I have ever entered – it is located in the dusty field paths that are still to the Claremont Attractions count that I would put to every visitor. I remember the day when I drove with my old VW cabin over the old railway bridge, which once was the backbone of the local coal industry. Today it is a popular photo pot because you can catch the sunset over the endless corn fields, and because parking there is almost always a children's game, as long as you don't come on Friday night, then the field becomes a car park chao.

A short detour to Claremont Public Library – yes, this is actually a place I like to visit, although I must admit that I do not fully understand the hype about the “modern architecture”. The façade is a bit too much “postmodern library”, but inside you will find a cozy corner with a collection of local history books that I repeatedly browse through when I feel that life is passing too quickly. The librarian, Mrs. Hargrove, knows everyone who has ever borrowed a book, and gives me a knowledgeable look every time I ask for the latest crime – as if they know that I actually prefer to read the dusty records of the 1800s.

If you want to feel the true heart of Claremont, you have to Old Mill Park sneak. The old millstone standing there is a relic from the time when the village was still dominated by mills and not by Starbucks. I once made a picnic with my neighbour, and we fought to see if the mill is really still working – Spoiler: She's not, but that's what makes the charm. The small brook that passes through the park is perfect to cool the feet when the summer heat moves over the middle field. And yes, parking is a bit tight, but this is part of the adventure, right?

Another highlight I can hardly overlook is that Claremont Community Hall. Here the weekly farmer markets take place, and I tried the best fresh maize bread of my life there – a crispy, slightly sweet treat that reminds me of why I moved here every time. The hall floor snores every step, and the light flickers through the old windows, which gives the whole a slightly nostalgic touch. If you're lucky, there's a local folk band workshop where you can freely swing to the Tamburin – no joke, that's a real crowd magnet.

For those who like a little story with a shot of irony, this is Claremont Historical Society Museum A must. The museum is small, but the exhibitions are surprisingly well curated. I found an old diary that was written by a farmer from 1872 – a real reading pleasure when looking at the romantic idea of “hard-working pioneers” with an eye-catcher. Admission is free because the museum is operated by volunteers who have more passion for the past than for their own salaries. And parking? Well, that's a field you just have to drive around because the museum has no own parking.

A short detour to St. Mary's Church – this is not only a house of God, but an architectural curiosity that you must have seen. The stone benches are so old that when sitting they give a light bang of themselves as if they wanted to remind you that nothing remains eternal. I took part in a choir sample there, because I thought it was a good opportunity to show my “Talente”. The result was a collective laughing that almost brought the church to tremble – a moment I will never forget.

And finally, if you want to breathe the true “Claremont-Feeling”, go to Riverside Trail. The path stretches along the small river that flows through the village and offers a magnificent view of the fields that are immersed in a rich green in summer. I often took my morning coffee cup there and just let me sit down to watch the day he slowly awakens. The trail is well maintained, but it can be quite crowded here on weekends – this is the only time I look forward to crowds because they complete the picture.

So, next time you think about where you want to spend your next break, remember Claremont. I promise you that you will not only find sights here, but also a little bit of me at every small angle. And if you ask yourself whether this is too much – honestly, that is exactly what I love in this place: the chaotic, slightly cynical, but always surprising interplay of history, people and nature.