This township has never been much in evidence, save as being peopled with a frugal, industrious, law-abiding class of citizens. It boasts of no village, and there is not a church within its limits, for, with Scranton on, the north and Bayard and Coon Rapids within easy reach on the south, its needs as regards merchandise and worship are all met. There was originally much wet land in Willow, but it has been well redeemed through drainage. They have Rooseveltian families in this township. A few years ago a stranger was traversing one of the roads at dusk. Coveting a place to stay all night, he selected a moderate-sized house on the supposition that as there was no commotion about the premises, the parents just about constituted the family circle. Of course, he could stay; that's Willow township hospitality. On being ushered into the "inner circle" he found a father, mother, eleven children and a grandmother. Not a bad prairie outfit. A terrible accident befel a Mr. Alexander Duff and daughter some ten years ago which cost the lives of both. He was returning from town in a cutter and as a storm was raging when he crossed the railway track, he failed to see the approaching train until too late to escape. The occupants of the sleigh and the horses were instantly killed.